The Wrath
For the crashing tsunami waves pounding o’er top your head, to the earthquakes creating spider like veins in your path that turn into craters at your feet. To the thrashing tornadic winds that threaten to tear you to shreds, or send you reeling, (who knows which the odds would favor more). To the voices in your head, that come to be the sounds of every demon ever imaginable. For all of this could never compare to you.
Even in the middle of the most torrential Hell, you stand (I see it; you don’t) Strong Majestic & Beautiful. Even with the “ugly” tears, The shouts and the piercing screams. I know you feel like the storm is waging this war, and that it’s winning. I know you think that you won’t make it. But trust me sweet friend, storms can never out wage the ones born of chaos.
We.
You and I.
We may fall. We may break. The storm might tear us to shreds, But eventually, it will end,
and we will still be standing. Recharged and victorious. Because no storm has more power, than you.
