The Storm*

The Storm*

Current mood:thoughtful

The rain beats down like sheets of glass

thunder over head,

coming out of the thickest fog

like rising from the dead.

The strength within immeasureable

adrenaline runs deep,

a mountain of mud you thought you'd never climb

now isn't quite so steep.

The battle scars of long ago

now worn with silent pride,

remind you of your living strength

that's burning deep inside.

Spirit of a warrior

blood streaked body torn,

for each new enemy rising up

is a hero to be born.

Lightening illuminating terror inside

from the things we would never face,

there comes a sense of knowing

that no horror could replace.

It takes a strength not known to all

to make it throught the storm,

some will never know what its like

to be battered... to be torn.

But those who have lived through it all

know the value that it holds,

to keep your spirit bright inside

and make it through the storm.

Every person has a choice

to fight or just give in...

without a little fight for life

what was great would not have been.

So have faith in your ability

to make it past the fear,

embrace the knowledge that you have

to make your journey clear.

Hold fast to your sword of dreams and hopes

to chase away the pain,

of the thunder clashing over head

and beating of the rain.

For once you make it through the storm

you will be so new

grown and wise with courage beyond

in every thing you do.

So fight the good fight and do all you can,

take the risk of being torn,

because until you do you'll never know

the value of the storm.*