Friday, April 24, 2009

Quiet

They say in the quiet you can find rest
In my quiet, I awaken the storms within me.
Storms that take hold and shake me,
Creeping their way to the surface and forcing me to face them.
All I can do is meet them and wait for the sunrise.
A sunrise that brings a new day with it's own set of challenges
Another chance to watch the storms rebuild before me,
I sometimes find sweet comfort in the storms
Storms that mold my heart and strip away the layers.
The storms that wash me clean.
But there are storms that leave me stained,
feeling that I have been drenched in a black rain.
So my quiet becomes a loud place.
A place that shapes, creates and breaks me.
Yet after each storm, I find rest.

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