The Storm, The Thunder

The storm crashed through leaving the trees with out any leaves. Leaving the trees barren and grey. As the storm, with all of it's might, thrashed about like a child throwing a tantrum, Here she stood among the snow and the fallen trees. Her body calm and serene as though the storm were nearly a few rain dropping clouds. She trudged through the snow covered trees. As a storm comes it only passes by leaving waves of destruction. But a storm dies sometime. as people do. A storm passes on into a slight wind in the green of trees somewhere else in a far away city. And she keeps walking choosing whichever path she decides to tread. She sails the ocean through waves of pain, and waves that flood her eyes and spill over. She keeps going. even when the tornado rips through and leaves her alone. Few walk with her and keep her company. Few have been with her all along. And the very few, that anchor her heart and make her sun shine. she knows that where ever she is supposed to be, she'll get there. She shines brighter than anyone. And most of all... she made it out alive... I made it out alive.