#10

though the wind howls
     it tugs my whole person
     and frays my edges
     in a fierce and frustrating manner
though the rain persists
     pelting my face
     and seeping through my seams
     just incessantly
though the thunder rumbles
     pounding my ears
     and rattling my very foundation
     like nothing will be steady again
still
you
are
my rock
my haven
my safety
my certainty
enough, all, and everything.





holly willman
11/19/13