The Storm

A burning candle lights this old dark room, like haunted memories that play in tune.

Lightning strikes and the thunder roars, this wounded heart just like a storm. 

Warm rain falls like your reflection before, but with this wind of change a lock on the door.

There is beauty in a storm for it shall pass, washing away the old and letting go of the past.

Shall we stay here in this dark room, for the clouds are breaking and shines a bright new moon.

Through the darkness and the storms, there is always a light on the distant shore.

I am safe and free now

Me