Storm

Simply I am nothing more then a broken shell of my former self. Complexly I am a ferocious storm of unknown knowledge and unrelenting prayers. yet I seem to be the worse of all that is in the world. Nothing can cause damage quietly like my soul and I have only met my match in pain once maybe twice. As our souls were ripped apart. All that try break and fall or run and hide. No one wants the challenge of loving the storm because it is so unpredictable and full of chaos. It has beauty and brings some joy. Yet it rumbles with fear and causes others to seek out shelter in those they would not other wise trust. I am full of thunder clouds rolling here and there being heard outloud and in the silence of the rain. Near or far they know my name and that I will cause nothing but destruction. Run while you can hide if you must but do not be caught in the storm of once was full of goodness and love. For now it only carries the pain of others it tried to heal and I will continue on my path alone...