Anticipating the Storm

There must be a calm hidden with the darkest storm Albeit hidden, well concealed not wanting to compromise As the air turns and twists beside my bed The earth trembles as lightning surges thru’ the air ... And strikes against my trembling breast With no one around to help embrace the pain I reach out for You and Your soothing, restful touch It’s so difficult to believe… To comprehend the ‘Why Me’ part of it all Hunting for a respite… A place to hide, a way to pretend Waiting for the whirling tempest to burst upon my head While I anticipate the lemons to be transformed into jewels I ride the storm - trying not to wallow in tides of sadness Feeling exiled from grace as this storm rages I navigate this raging storm hoping to reign victorious I sit on life’s shores… With my feet dangling in sweet purple hues of anticipation As sorrow wells up within my soul I ride on the precipice of my destination - hoping to be reborn While salty, blue tears write my story… My every dream and hope riding on the storm… Waiting for my refuge and the sun to rise above … Waiting to be free as I await the world to follow