Life’s Gales

Standing tall on barren earth

I trace my silhouette in midnight mist

holding the breeze in cupped hands

smell the ozone scent of thunderstorms

and embrace the thunder’s threatening roar.

Flashes of lightning decimate the clouds, but

I fly with strength in the face of life’s gales.

My spirit, finally free, shall rise and laugh

at the futility of torrents with haunting breath.

I embrace midnight’s nocturnal rooms,

untouched by raging monsoons flailing.

I feel the chill with brittle breath haunting

but live deep inside myself with strength,

lined with warmth, emerging into light,

fighting my battle against the tempests.