Thunderstorms

by Baladine Bourgeois, age 14
Thunderstorms Baladine goes to St. Anne's school. She enjoys writing songs and poems and playing music.

“She laid there,

numb.

It was okay.

She was okay.”

She sat there,

numb.

It was almost okay,

she was almost okay.

Her booming thoughts were interrupted.

It was as if happy children were running across the roof of her

lonely,

musty, house

eager to get somewhere, anywhere.

She sighed,

a deep, echoing sigh,

wondering if it would ever be over.

She got up from her chair struggling a bit as she pulled the string that was attached to the bulb.

She walked slowly, anciently to her bed.

She laid there,

numb.

It was okay.

She was okay.

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