Give Me Peace

I can feel the wind

Rage against my body

As I stand on the

Edge of the world.

The angry hail

Claims me as its own

As it beats against

My swirling thoughts.

Who am I?

Lightning strikes nearby

And throws earth into my hair

And electricity into my heart.

How did I come to be

The waif on the cliff

Waiting for the storm

To take her away?

I back away from the precipice,

But the wind grabs my hand

And leads me gently over the edge

To the uncertainty of the mist.

Frigid air rushes past,

But I can't hear the roar

Through the promises whispered

By the sky as I fall.

"You are a product of the stars

And the moon.

A culmination of the sun's love

And the rain's sorrow.

You are the sparks in your heart

And the lights in your mind.

You are the essence of a future

Filled with hope."

I awake in my bed.

Crisp sheets and still air.

Where is the storm?

Where is the wind?

Hail rattles the windows

And I close my eyes, smile,

And sink back into myself

In unabashed peace.