Storm

Storm

A poem in the shape of a tornado or hurricane. IT reads as follows: Things are already good enough as they are No need to mess with them There is no need to change anything Strange things are bad I know what to do with what I know This I am familiar with New situations tend to be tough Usually unpredictable They make me worry too much Making me ignorant I'm too stress to pay attention So much going on I am unable to learn or listen But I must go on Trying to become better Helping society Doing all that I can To end the pain Wash it all away Fresh start Everyday I love Me I

We can make the world a better place by loving ourselves regardless of the chaos around us.