The Storm

A mighty storm gathered this afternoon.
Dark, deep, uncontrollable.
Foretelling a pending doom.

Then came the wind, incessant rain, howling…

I know you’ve faced similar storms in your life,
Struggling to hold on,
Struggling to just make it through.
Struggling to survive.

Reach for me in these times of struggle,
My hand is open,
Right here…
Longing, above all else, to be your safe harbor in the gale of life.

Take my hand.

I am here for you.


© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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