Storms of the soul … Sophie Reece

Storms of the soul.

Sophie Reece

There’s a drunken old man sitting by the window.

He’s trying to see the light.

His eyes match mine as I walk by

And I don’t know if I’m right.

But I believe he’s in the eye of a storm.

This was the kind of bar that made you feel like perhaps

You shouldn’t be there.

The faces all had some kind of despair,

I believe they were all in the eye of a storm.

Some souls become broken beyond repair.

 I try my best not to become one of them.

Every storm I weather I come through with stronger wings.

Some people have fragile wings like a butterfly. And they can never get out of the eye of the storm