The Storm

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