I look to the sky to remember what storms I’ve overcome. The tornadoes are constant and move my heart and soul in every direction. I rise, fall and stand or stay still hoping the eye sees my pain and grants me safety.
Haven’t I endured enough? I yell ” why me lord” ? His answer, why not you! I’ve spent seconds reflecting the anger felt inside for centuries of my families ways.
I do what is unwanted, always reminding myself to do better for the sake of all mankind. The tornado is my thought, the wind is their opinion. I sit only while the eye of the storm centers itself embracing the seconds of calm before the storm.
I hear screams of helpless souls, although, I’m still in surroundings of all, i can’t help others without risking harm to myself . I resist the urge to prove whats right for you, but wrong for myself. I cant help anyone without risking myself.
The calm before the storm us lonely. Survival is powerful. God heals those that seek his Everlast love and his purpose is chosen for us gracefully.
uncommon sense 