Facing The Storm
I stand trembling, fearing that it will happen again today.
I will find myself in the midst of a powerful storm.
To whom it will strike first is unknown.
I pray that it will not be me.
I cherish every moment, every second i am at peace.
I can see it far off in the distance making its way twoards me.
Destroying everything in it's tracks.
It is satisfied with it's increasing power.
But still feels the need to come my way.
It strikes and I cannot seem to escape it's wrathof evil which is tearing me apart.
I feel the presence of a demand crashing into me faster and faster each time.
"Someone help me, make it stop"! i plead.
"Let me escape from this hellish abyss"!
Teach me, guide me through it.
As i can stand it no longer.
An unknown force arises in me.
Enabling me the strength to fight.
As I defend whats left of my melancholy self,
I can see that it is weakening.
Until finally what stands before me is a sunny day.
For I faught the storm, and took away It's power.
I am the victim of a bully.