Embracing the Storm

I am the storm that lost its own rhythm, laughter flaring, then burning to silence. Your imperfections swagger, and scars that tell unerasable stories. Some days I am a solid stream, unbendable, other days, a forest fire — wild, unrelenting. I falter, I burn too bright, but each autumn leaves a truth inside me. If you read me in bits and pieces, raw and randy, know I am whole in my breaking— a mosaic of all who stayed, through the peace and the flame.