The Storm
The Storm, by Gayila Bolden
Like the calm before the storm, you came out of nowhere. No watches, no warnings, no public announcements and no time for preparation. The winds of your attraction blow violently around me as I crotch underneath the protection of my common sense. The winds of your attraction blow violently around me.
It cuts like a knife to my very heart. It’s like a thirst that is never quenched and a hunger that is never satisfied. It cuts me to the bone. The winds of your attraction blow violently around me.
Should I walk into the storm and taste the rain or should I cling to the secure structure of my safe shelter of protection? The winds of your attraction blow violently around me. The winds of your attraction are shaking my very foundation. Will I be able to stand? Will I survive?
Can I be saved from this great unexpected storm? Will it destroy all that is familiar in life? The winds of your attraction blow violently around me. When the wind stops blowing and the air is still; what will be left of me? Can’t sleep, can’t eat, steady wondering how to weather this storm, called “You”. A force so strong that wisdom and experience scatter in fear and the heart is left in charge of my destiny. The winds of your attraction blow violently around me.
Do I dare surrender to this storm called “You” and drench myself in your love? Unsteady and battered; I crawl from my shelter of protection into the storm to taste the rain. Oh, how sweet the taste with drops of fear mixed in. The winds of your attraction blow violently around me; yet I surrender to the storm, called “You”.
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