07/10/2024
**"Into the Storm"**
When the winds rise, fierce and wild,
And the sky roars with anger, untamed and riled,
I feel the pull to turn and flee,
But something deeper calls to me.
For in the heart of every storm,
A warrior’s soul is surely born,
Not in the running, not in the fear,
But standing tall as it draws near.
I will not bend; I will not break,
I’ll face the torrent, for courage’s sake.
Though thunder crashes and shadows loom,
I’ll march ahead, defy the gloom.
Each raindrop whispers, “You are strong,”
Each gust insists I don’t belong,
Yet through the chaos, I see the dawn,
A hint of light where hope is drawn.
The storm can rage; the skies can fall,
But I’ll press forward, standing tall.
For in the battle, I’ll be refined,
And in the tempest, strength I’ll find.
I’ll meet the storm with fearless eyes,
No more retreating, no disguise.
For every wave that tests my core,
Will find me braver than before.
And when the clouds have spent their rage,
I’ll step into a new-born stage,
Victorious, whole, and battle-scarred,
But with a soul forever starred.
For those who face the storm head-on,
Discover where true strength is drawn.
