There’s a storm brewing. It hits every year at the same time and there’s
nothing I can do to stop it.
It will hit with all the strength and furry any
God could muster. It will consume and
utterly destroy me, drawing me into the depths of its darkest emotions.
The closer it approaches, the darker the sky will
become, until no light can escape its grasp.
There is no eye to this storm, no calm
whatsoever. So when it hits it’s at full
force, with nothing to slow it down.
When the storm finally leaves I will be left on
the ground, my body completely shattered.
I will slowly recover, in time for the next storm.
But you will never see the destruction for it
resides deep inside my soul.