I broke through the clouds,
I transcended the storm.
All the while I thought I was escaping doubt,
Rushing with the wind back to your arms.
I found I don't need your refuge.
Rather, you don't offer me refuge.
You are the storm.
In trying to escape, I only became ensnared in your downward spiraling funnel cloud.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 6:46 PM UTC
I broke through the clouds,
I transcended the storm.
All the while I thought I was escaping doubt,
Rushing with the wind back to your arms.
I found I don't need your refuge.
Rather, you don't offer me refuge.
You are the storm.
In trying to escape, I only became ensnared in your downward spiraling funnel cloud.