Moving Through the Storm
Swept away by the torrential storm,
no place to plant my shaking feet.
I’m cold and the rain’s beating down. I’m torn.
I wanna give up. Maybe I just need a seat.
My legs and heart feel too heavy,
I have fallen hard to the ground.
Worry and anxiety are dizzying cannot see.
Will my cries of desperation make a sound?
How will I continue on, make myself last?
Desperately yearning for the good life.
Move through the storm ’til it’s passed.
Will make it in spite of the tormenting strife.
August 9, 2022