The calm
before the storm has come.
Thousands
wash around me, yet I am alone. Alone to make the decisions I need to make, and
alone to weigh them.
I am so
cold. It is almost a welcome feeling being cold at this moment. It brings on a
sense of purity to the chaotic heat that bathes us in these times. Yet the cold
I feel is not from temperature of weather, it is fear.
I am
afraid. We all are.
Not a fortnight
past I was warm inside. I was safe and in my heart’s home, and away from this
storm.
Even then
we could all see the storm coming, and the seed of cold was whittling its way
inside, though not noticeable at the time.
The cold is
here now though. It fills us and reminds us of what to feel and why.
I wonder if
the storm feels the cold......
Here I
stand, and so it should.
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