It bears down on me

Reminding me how human I am

The sweet storm....crashing all around me

The lightening shatters my quiet

Making me ask for the rumbling to silence

But I have no control.

I can ask but nothing stops.

It may even roar louder until I surrender.

I cannot stop this chaos.

I create my shelter as I hold on.

I cry out for mercy and go within.

My own silence, my own peace.

I am being tested. 

The storm laughs at me through the noise.

Trying to whip me into shape.  It owns me.

Or so it thinks.

It tries to break me, believing I can't withstand its power.

But it is no match for my clear sight.

It tries to wear me down.  And in doing so, it is worn down.

Sweet storm, I am not new to your grey clouds.

I just wait for you to pass.

For tomorrow, you are gone.

And I am still here.


~Copyright 2012, Mary D’Alba (Spiritualitygirl)~