I Shall Be Still
The devastating hurricane cuts through the lands
Pure destruction in its intention.
But the gentle promise of peace
Is laid in dewdrops of divine scents.
The elusive hope of acceptance
And comfort from a power greater than fear or pain
Battles its way into the very core.
He holds my hand
But I do not feel his skin.
Only the scents calling upon me to be still,
Promising oneness.
You live inside me,
In the dungeons of my disgrace
Calling upon me to be still
Promising oneness.
I seek your consent.
Let me hold on.
Be gone but I shall be still.
I am a reaction
But that is not my fate.
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