The storm

A new person coming about...

The rain is refreshing,
The wind can be deathly.

The clouds have dissipated,
The sky has split in two.

The bungalow of tree's have bent,
The storm continues to violate.

The field of grass is swaying,
I step further into the center.

My hands uprising; my feet treading,
I lift my head to the approach of the coming.

The rocking of the forest warns me,
Still I endeavor, defiant.

The winds whip my hair,
My wide eyes stare; an amazing face.

The light shines down confident,
I stand with cement shoes; my body not budging.

Fear nor anger can twinge in my soul,
For my Father, up above, has appeared.

Strength and wisdom quiet the noise,
I have now reached a new plateau.

I'm cleansed through the rain,
I'm enlightened by the wind.

The clouds form protections,
The sky is my sanctuary.

The storm has subsided,
A new me unraveled.

Reviews

[Rose Masen]

Thank you, love.

[Bianca]

nice imagery for the poem :) I really loved it