The Storm
By Adrielle Bollin
Like a child who is hurt
I ran to find you
To ask you why
To understand anew
But it was not easy
This pain so much deeper
All I had known
Taken by the reaper
The storm that hit
Came fast yet slow
The winds blew hard
The grasses bent low
My heart despaired
As I saw the demise
My soul's desire
Crushed before my eyes
The thunder shook all
The lightening cut deep
The sky ripped open
The heaven to weep
A home for my heart
A family to belong
A purpose that was growing
A dream in song
Scattered in pieces
Ugly roots were now shown
What lied deep beneath
Ripped up to be known
The flood of rain
Beat bloody the ground
Washing away
What I thought to be sound
I could not see
Nor hear nor feel
Frightened of everything
Truth hard to reveal
All I had known
Now broken or shaken
My world fell apart
My confidence taken
Stricken with grief
I turned to find you
I wept in your arms
Found rest and refuge
Recovery lingering
I yearn to burst forth
To shine with the sun again
Set my sails due north
But still I am healing
Building my dreams
Finding my place
In this fortress supreme
For soon I will ride
With the wind in my face
Conquer my fears
I'll win this race
