Memoir 2 ~ The Storm

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  June 17, 2015
Revised:  May 11, 2016

This memoir has some revisions in Paragraphs 1, 8, 9, 10 and 16.

My depression cyclones.  The cyclone has touched ground.  The ground is hard.  The sand and gravel covers our earth flies in turmoil.  The sand and gravel carries the weight of my emotions.  The impact of the sand is scattered remains about our home.

My home is covered with sand as my emotions are scattered amongst my home!  My home!  My home is hurt by the turmoil it carries.

Is the cyclone within my home?  Have I seen its iris?

My home is being swept away as the emotion fly.  Fly!  Fly!  Fly!  The emotions are flying!  Where the land is dependent upon the earth, which is not struck by gravel.

The cyclone turns!  The cyclone turn!  The cyclone turns the turmoil, which hasn’t settled upon the earth.  My house is about to fly!

The winds are ever increasing.  Winding and twisting!  Oh, my!  Where the sky falls is dependent on the horizon.

The sun is not seen.  The moon has been clouded.

The sky is falling!  The sky is falling!  My house is flying!  My house is lifting!  The emotions wind within my bleeding heart.  For the river of red which carries the cells to a pounding rhythm as the gravel beats against the house.

Pound, Pound!  Pound, Pound!  The gravel goes.

The sand which creates soot beads against the home.  I hear the flesh of the home tearing as the sand and gravel peel the layers away from the home.  Our home is covered by the protective layers we use to build our home.  The flesh peels and tears.  The wood is beaten.  Pound!  Pound!  Pound!  Pound!

The house begins to shake!  The house begins to shake!  The house begins to roar against the tattered wood.  The roaring winds gust through the home.

Moving objects!  Moving objects!  Moving objects!  I can’t get it to stop!

The wind takes the doors and windows!  The wind takes the doors and windows!  The window closes shut as the door jams open!  Blowing!  Blowing!  Blowing!  The wind is blowing!  Make it stop!

Barricade the doors and windows!  Shelter yourselves from the storm!  The storm is brewing!

Dang it!  Turn off the coffee and shelter yourself from the storm!

The storm takes the objects!  The storm takes the objects.  The objects are taken by my storm.  The storm doesn’t quiet.  The storm wages on!