Stormy Possibilities

Another poem for my AP English class

She sits alone on the park bench

The wind swirls her hair about her face

She wonders, she questions

The validity of her lover’s passion

 

She hears the storm growling in the distance

The rain begins to pelt her thin coat

She thinks of a solitary future

The shadowy, mysterious possibilities

 

She stands, she smiles and turns to leave

The woman trudges away, leaving love for the chains of want.