Self- Fulfilled
She skipped the disappointment, expected the worst,
grieved for the sick [though they recovered], spent
every storm in a basement, braced for tornado. What
baggage of umbrellas she carried, twisted and torn
in transit before the rains arrived. And after
this dedicated naysaying, what reward? A bomb
built bit by bit within her clenched heart, set to blow.
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Sad one, Sue.