She Was A Hurricane

She was a hurricane,
A whirling dirvish, a dust devil -
Spinning, twisting, laughing
Destruction in her wake.
Seemingly out of control
Dropping, leaving bits of herself
In her wild hunger to pick up something new.
A vortex - pushing people and things away,
Drawing them back again.
She blazed her trail across the world
waiting for a strong enough Storm Chaser
To come and put her in a box.
To help her wild eyes, hair, moods, emotions
From blowing out of control.
To help her use her force -
For Good.