In the heart of the storm.

Whispers turn to shouts.

Threatening the fragile glass.

Surfacing all my doubts.

Bolts of lightning strike with

every ounce of my rage.

Like a tornado twirling wildly,

a wild animal trapped in a cage.

But the storm always ends.

It doesn’t last forever.

The sun will shine again.

My soul will be at peace after.

I hold onto hope like treasure.

That is the anchor of my life.

My strength will rise again.

My heart will be revived.