I wrote a song as if I was Shirley. Don't know why I wrote it, but it spilled onto the paper. I would have uploaded it two weeks ago, when I wrote it, but I got sick, and my computer broke, and I was confined to my bed.... but in any case, enjoy "The Storm", written by Migura the Fantastical, with contributions from my new North NJ friend, Bessie (whom I will purposely irritate by misspelling her name). She polished up my poem a bit and convinced me to write my last little section at the very bottom. Sorry for the shortness. I will write more as soon as I get a free moment!

Lightning flashes across the sky

Thunder rolls in the distance

And I'm lying here in my bed, ready to cry

*

Rain drums on the rooftops

Wind rustles the waterlogged trees

And my pillow is soaked with teardrops

*

The storm is crushin' me

The storm is crushin'

All that's left to see

I had a sun

That was taken away

And though I hope for more light

The storm is crushin' me

*

I close my eyes

And hope for sleep

Praying for good dreams

I once had a lifeline

Someone stole it away

And now I'm drowning

Drowning

Drowning

In my very own tears

*

The storm is crushin' me

The storm is crushin'

All that's left to see

I've lost hope

I'm given up

The storm is all I see

The storm is now

All that's left of me

*

No more sunlight

But no more tears

Only storms and

Me.


Shirley curled up into a ball, listening to the wonderful noise of the thunderstorm raging outside. On nights like these, she would just feel like all her surpressed tears were being cried for her by the storm.

She wondered why she felt like crying. She wondered why she felt so much turmoil inside.

Shirley always blamed Connie, for stealing Col, the only one who could keep her tethered to reality.

But she stopped, that night. Stopped wondering, that is.

Because she finally stopped caring, she finally let go.

Now, she was truly the storm.