I look inside and feel a storm
Of a vicious fight it was born
I doubt myself
Maybe too much chaos
Maybe a pattern
I need to break to make space
For it all

I see myself in a long back dress
Walking through the winds
Them pushing me back and yet I tread on
The storm rages and goes on and on
Of anger and chaos it is born

I feel serene but serious too
I feel I need to push through
Will it end? Will I end?
Can I survive it to get to the other end?
Without destroying myself in bargain

What awaits me at the other end?
The dawn?
Will it greet me and keep me warm
Or will it push me right back into the storm
Cause maybe that is the place I belong?
Maybe I have embraced the storm.