Julie's Gripe Page

The wind howls in the darkness,
Cold rain falls like tiny shards of glass,
I stood within the tempest, waiting,
As the storm raged through my soul.

There are moments when I'm on my knees,
Braced against the onslaught,
Bleeding sluggishly as the sharp rain pricked my skin,
Time and again, I stood up, fighting the urge to give in.

By the grace of God, and all those who loved me,
With borrowed strength, I stood again,
To face the demons that haunts me,
Asleep or awake, tortured by my nightmare.

I feel the cold seeping to my bones,
Lighting chasing across the darkened skies,
The sound of thunder becoming my song, my companion,
But still, I wait, I refuse to lose this battle.

Then, I lifted my face to the rain.
Lifted my arms to the sky and say,
"I will not give in, you shan't have me.",
Then suddenly a miracle happened.

The gale ended abruptly,
The rain no longer pelted my frozen skin,
Thunder ceased, and in awe I looked at the sky,
It was still dark and brooding, forbidding.

But the wind no longer swirl across the land,
My demons no longer clings to my back,
And I see a line of light on the horizon,
The storm has ended.