A Storm in a Teacup

Little and delicate

This is who I am. Tiny…with…

With a storm raging inside

I am a storm in a teacup

I know, I know

What more can I do for you?

But sing about these moving parts inside of me

Nothing lasts forever, but now the blooms dawn upon me —

Spring time comes

Sunshine bursts through the clouds

A welcomed repose from my great tempest within.


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