The storm arises–we take flight,
We search for light
While trudging through the rainy night.
We need to fight.
We need to fight our foes–our fears–
As darkness nears.
They makes us doubt our hope and faith
Like deathly wraiths.
Like deathly wraiths we walk this land,
You hold my hand.
And whisper: Love, we will be free–
Believe in me.
Today’s Daily Post prompt is storm.
I’d love to see your thoughts on the poem in the comments!