The Hidden Tornado
By: Briana Wasil
I found a tornado hidden among the wildflower crowds
It was nothing like you imagined,
A wildness that was bound.
She was hidden away
Like a treasure chest with a missing key
Destined to be opened by the right person
But not needing their stamp of authenticity.
She was content within herself
And had learned to be alone
The strength within her survival
Were her very own milestones.
Although that tornado was built upon wind gusts
That had learned to travel at intense speeds,
Letting anything ricochet
That could reverse her layers of security;
If you dared to enter, and jump in the formidable wind
You’d discover all the power that was held deep within.
How her mind was like a maze
Of all her thoughts and dreams
An author trying to write down
Everything before it leaves.
Stories she collected from every person she’d ever meet
Stored on shelves that were the essence of her heartbeat.
How you would never notice her,
If you were to pass by on the street
Just as you couldn’t know her,
Without taking the first step, to speak.