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May 15
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Moxie Zealla

Headstorm

Headstorm

there's a storm in my head

it's made
of worries

everything worries me
my work
it worries me
my responsibilities 
they worry me
my future
it worries me

between classes
up stairs, down ramps
passing through crowds
avoiding those who judge 
trying just to make it through the day

and yet, even when I make it...

i close my eyes and i see lightning

lightning

after every heartbeat

pounding, flashing

in sync

i hear the high pitched ringing in my ears

when will it go away?

the storm
my fears
my worries
my aches

there's a storm in my head.



 
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Posted: 05.15.18
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  1. ShanRippWriting
    May 15, 2018

    This was great! As a note, if you added specifics to what worries or responsibilities were creating the storm, it would give this piece a more personal touch and really get in the mind of the narrator. Great job, Shannon :)

    Shannon Ripp

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