Lost in the storm of insecurity
Of doubt, fear, questioning
Lost in the storm of constant worry about
Who, what, where, why, or how she may be hurt again
Or loved again
Or lied to again
Lost in the storm of defeat
She wondered if the sky would ever clear
If sunshine would ever beat upon her face again
If a voice in the darkness bringing her to her knees
Could also bring rays of joy back into her life
Lost in the storm she began to question who she was
What she was
If she even deserved joy again
Hope again
Love again
Lost in the storm she cried tears larger than the rain that struck her face
She trembled more than the thunder shook the earth beneath her feet
She drew rays down her arm longer than any lightning strike
She was lost in the storm
Lost in the confusion
Lost in herself
And all she wanted was one voice
One hand
One firm standing man to call out her name
To call out "little one"
To bring her to her knees
To wipe the tears from her face as the rain dissapeared
To hold her so tight she no longer trembled as the thunder deadened
And to cover her arms from her own strikes as the lightning no longer hit the ground
She wanted a man to be the warrior she once read about
The one from fairy tales where the storm said to the warrior:
"You cannot erase the storm"
And the warrior whispered back
"I am the storm"
