Wild wind and lashing rain
Listen to me, I run again
Against you, and you sting my face
But I run on, to that place
Where I find myself, my essence
My peace, my penance…
Under the dark gray foreboding sky
I stand alone and wonder why
I'm wrapped in its ominous presence
Yet upon me falls such a sense
Of calmness, an odd stillness, immobility
A bizarre impossibility…
I come to a standstill, and you keep pouring
Hear me now, what's this that you bring
With you, that eases my soul of its restiveness
And helps me to think through the mess
That's become my life, chaos and confusion with traces
Of bitterness…
The wind whips across my bare arms
It hurts, yet it can do no harm
The hurt inside is raw and deep
This shallow ache can never seep
To those depths, so there's no reason to complain
Yet again…
