The Storm

It started as a restless breeze
 gaining momentum along its path;
 awakening the memories of my yesterday,
raining down on the sins of my past.
It broke through with a thunderous invocation,
inciting waves of fear and reverent pleas,
as I knelt to keep from falling,
crying, “ father, have mercy on me.”
For alone I tread the paths of this journey,
there is no turning back from what I know;
and mere words cannot bear witness
to this storm moving through my soul

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