d a Y       a n d .     n I g h T  

it  storms.       it shakes.

my e y e s are burning from trying not to cry
my throat in knots from s c r e a m i n g inside
my knees to the floor, my hands are raised

asking the Lord to heal what memories I've saved  
I might have lost it all,
but I will never lose my faith.

weak, I am desperate for Life.
I look within, and begin to see the Light.