There is a storm that threatens.
It rises and sharpens its edge.
I’m still bloody and tired from the last time.
I hold fast to my core.
Embrace another lash.
This storm will not best me. I will see the land.
Learning to spin words into ideas.
There is a storm that threatens.
It rises and sharpens its edge.
I’m still bloody and tired from the last time.
I hold fast to my core.
Embrace another lash.
This storm will not best me. I will see the land.