Is it a storm

Could it be magic

Or maybe hope

Some don’t know

Some speculate

But I’m ready for the worst

The path is tender as I walk toward

Ready to be alone for once

It looks a storm is coming toward

But what of the mist

What does it contain

For once I can’t put it

In awe I go again

Wondering is this like a soul

The storm

The magic

The hope

It feels like a person inside

But who is that person

As the walk makes me go closer

It feels like me

Then relize the tempest in the storm

Is it my soul pleading for help

To be let go

And as I want to be free

I agree