She Rage

By: Melissa Ratliff

The storm in her veins was raging and nothing she did would quiet its call. She needed the trees to root her and the sun to give her life renewed. Her pace quickened. Soon she was running, propelled by the urge to leave it all behind. Could she outrun it? The judgment, guilt, what ifs, expectations, imperfections, heartaches, never good enoughs? Reaching the summit, feet firmly planted on the rocky ledge, she let it all out. Her roar – long and fierce – called forth the winds and rains. Lightening sizzled from her wild hair as the earth trembled from her power.

*Painting by Sara Goodyear

The Tornado

By: Lauren Spagnoletti

It shows up without warning. Everything seems under control. But when something unexpected occurs, it emerges from within. Ugly, fierce, enraged. It doesn’t take much for it to show up: a slight delay, an off-hand comment, a change of plan. The slightest upset feels like a tornado sweeping through. And the grandeur of the reaction is equally as tumultuous.

Loss of control.

Tightness in the chest, rapid heartbeat, jittery hands, racing mind. They swirl up in the tornado and spin round and round, sweeping up everyone who is unlucky enough to be nearby.

Then it settles, and all is calm.

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