Storm

A change of pressure in the air The force that pushes through the tear A carving of a natural stair That lashes stone and rock through wear A rushing force unseen by eyes The desolation lifts my cries To places up beyond the skies A break of breath above the lies What changes when the storms arrive What instincts scream to us: survive I breathe again, my soul alive The lashing winds renew to thrive An unseen hand that grips me tight The darkest clouds to cover light I’m thrown from day into the night Alone in blackness beyond sight A storm of consciousness alone That breaks both soul and shape and stone It rocks us to the very bone Until we for our sins atone