She is a Hurricane

Spurred by my friend Andrea.

Bleak horizon from sea to the sky

Black clouds rolling with the surf

Tidal surge of white-capped waters

As I alone in this sea await this storm

To brave this squall

To see the core contained

Defying the preceding rains

To hunker down for the long haul

 

As the storm hit with all the pain inside

Little is done to me or the fragile boat

As the storm sees no threat from me

Still shaking to the deepest core of me

To wash my demons overboard

Let them drown in the turbulent surf

Yet unable to halt the rains that fall

Or to calm the storm with my words

 

Then a calming peace and clear skies

Finding the center of the storm so pure

Not buffeted by torrent of winds or waves

Just a light encircled by the darkness

A wall to block out the false heroes

Giving respite without even softest rain

With trusted soul so deep inside

This hurricane, she can see me no harm

 

This is the joy that I’ve come to find

Seeing past the thunder and lightning

Willing to face the worst that comes with

A storm that hides brilliant light inside

And with the coming storms again I wait

Patient and unwilling to abandon her now

As I too have been the storm and could be

Sweetest breath and uplifting air of truest need

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The beginning of the this read...
as the first wave comes about to the audience...
and then the resolve seemingly in the eye of the storm...
there is no sign of turmoil...
and again the secondary wave comes to strike...
yet the last stanza puts forth a comparable...
that all of us go through the cycle...
either we are the event or the one taking it in...

[Wynter Ignatius]

Thank you again Glen.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...