A Storm

Can you discern
When a storm is approaching?
Do you find yourself hoping
You can just ignore it?
Do you feel your mind racing,
Logic turning its back, like leaves,
Bracing for the impending deluge.
Knowing there’s no refuge,
Your heart tells you
Be brave.
Go, unafraid.
Walk through the storm.
Transform
Your form.
No longer torn,
But mended,
The storm, ended.