Dark clouds rage
Across the black and purple sky.
The Apocalyptic Horsemen
Gallop in with the final storm.
I squeeze my eyes tight shut,
Crunch my fists to block my ears;
Try to muffle the thundering in my head.
I pull my head into my shoulders,
I pull my knees into my chest.
I roll into a tight ball.
All my gates are locked
Against a world in despair.
Then,
The lightest touch on my toe.
A butterfly.
Her wings coloured with hope.
As she flaps her wings
To fly away,
I look and see
The sky is blue again today.
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