Tempest

I feel a tempest drawing near

It searches through my inner fear

I can’t be certain of its want

But I feel it deepen in its jaunt

Rushing waves both in and out

A trembling poise and a need to shout

Thunderous words for all to know

But understanding is hard to sow

I spell it out feverously charged

And yet my thoughts remain disparaged

In time I yield and the clouds descend

A plea to the heavens does nothing lend

Reluctantly with time the dissension fades

And leaves a wound like sharpened blades

I feel the sting though time will heal

My search for answers will yet reveal

When a clasping fervor holds me safe

Eternal resolve I will embrace

I will stand and renounce to pain no more

Or to suffer in silence behind a closed door

My life it is worthy and my soul remains pure

I’ll share in the knowledge and not be obscure

The tempest is sly and I often feel tripped

But each time it returns I am better equipped

 

~David Phillips~