Tumultuous

Grey Skies, dark clouds,

Thunder, its fearful sound,

Bright terrifying lightening,

And the rain pelting down,

I cannot see, nor do I wish to,

So terrifying, so painful, so unbearable,

The rain clouds my sight,

The clouds, the light of judgment,

Instead the lightening of evil,

Shows a path, draws me into it,

The clouds, the rain, all beckoning me,

To go to them, to join them,

Blinded by the pain of separation,

My reason clouded, I can not think,

I only follow, it is wrong but,

I can not stop, can not stop…..

Suddenly a glimmer of hopeful sunlight,

Telling me it will soon be over,

Now a beam penetrating through the darkness,

I pause and wonder...

May be I should head towards sunlight,

But the path is not easy,

Thorns prick, yet I move on,

Guided by courage and the light,

Slowly I head towards my destination,

The pain slowly subsides,

And I trudge on and on,

To reach the glorious light,

Now two beams, now three,

All visible, parting the clouds,

My resolve strengthens,

I yearn for the bright, warm light,

But the path does not end,

It is continuous and I grow weary,

The lightening is over, closer than before,

And it beckons,

Torn between right and wrong,

I don not know if I will make it,

Complete indecision fills me,

And I stand and wonder,

Between life and death stranded,

With no knowledge of what either holds,

Yet I must choose, tell me,

Which is the right one?

As if an answer the clouds slowly move away,

Taking the lightening with it,

The sunlight fills the sky,

And warms me up from within,

Peace ecstasy unparalleled,

Never before experienced,

And a greater strength,

To live out life.