Winds were howling, it seemed near the cape.
Rain showers filled the skies to fully drape.
But this storm was really no where near.
There was no reason for these raging fears.
Yet, the rain raged rugged in my mind,
Never really in nature or real time.
It shattered my goals this cold, wet, storm
And washed away dreams that had no form.
Yet, when the treacherous tempest subsides,
I found myself ashore barely alive.
Now knowing it was I who caused the gale,
I did this to myself, not caring I'd fail.
I picked myself up beaten and alone,
And sunlight rose through all of my bones
Now, the light runs forever in my self
and stills any storms, a vision of wealth.