Solitude Spiral
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Solitude Spiral

The Hurricane

Image courtesy of NASA

The darkness loomed

Came grimly down…

Con-caved our home’s roof.

My mother cried…

There was nothing we could do.

Father guarded.

Pillar he stood.

Stone against the mallet.

He wouldn’t cry.

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Christy A. Schmidt

Christy A. Schmidt

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Author, photographer, professor, attorney, life coach, yoga enthusiast. Insomniac. See more at: www.christyaschmidt.com or www.caschmidtphotography.com.