Storm

Drenched shoes and graveled steps

She climbs the steps, blind.

Leaving the raging storm behind.

Backpack riddled

With winking badges

She fishes for keys.

Sneaking open the door

To her own                   

Gulp of peace.

Coffee stains on dusty books

She makes the bed, blind

Oblivious to the storm outside.

A creaking guitar

By the leaking window,

Greet her through the gaps

The computer

Older than her

Dozes silently wrapped.

Sculpted pen and watered ink

She writes invisible, blind.

Of the eerie calm inside.