The storms will come, the rain will fall
and I will continue…
I will walk through, not run to shelter,
as the wind strikes
and the storm catches its breath.
Some days, finding my way sheepishly through with the weight of the rain.
Other days, I walk with the confidence of a wolf after its prey captured.
But most of all, I look up in adoration,
I am still here.
Alive in every moment, living a truth that set me free to continue.
There came a point a few seasons back,
when lightning illuminated, and I understood.
In that flash, it was not enough to say I survived.
I had to live…
To stop waiting for clear sky days,
Because waiting meant I was not carrying forward
How much living could I do behind doors?
In daydreams never experienced?
So, I opened up to the forecasts within
Touching the sky with my eyes, spirit.
Looking up, I understand the golden complexities of life….
And know I must
surrender to live and not live to surrender.
Today my heartbeat like thunder and rattled me to the essence
Every time I endure, a new strength is created,
A strength formed by standing on the shoulders of all those that have thrived survived….
Now open the door, step through the storms.
it’s your moment to touch the sky…