My Storm

You are my storm,
Those towering storms
That blows in this cup.
You are my unrest,
A wild horse,
That I intend to tame,
And pacify,
And make peace with,
And make love with.
And make history with.
You are my demon.
My poisoned chalice,
To purify and make right.
Where hatred flowed in past,
Love should flow today.
You are my tempest.
You are my storm,
To contain..

© Ayoub Mzee Mzima 2013

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