Close your eyes and think back to your very first storm..a storm that fucked with you big time..
what was the first thing you thought of ?
What did you feel in that moment?
My first storm was losing my grandpa and the next big storm came a couple years later when I lost my mom.
I think death is one of the biggest storms people go through. It’s almost like the storm never really passes.. it lingers for a long time. you’re reminded damn near all the time because you think about them when a certain smell pass by or a certain song plays… It never really goes away.
How are you dealing with your storm?
I think for me, poetry was my escape. Poetry helped me when I couldn’t verbally explain how I felt. It’s something about putting pencil to paper that just releases all the hurt. I wrote like my life depended on it. I wrote about any and everything. it kept me sane.