Battle of the Tempest

Hands grip tight as mighty gusts wrench my being.
Invisible forces tug at inner determination.

I fix my grasp.

Trembling betrays strength’s edge of endurance.
Eyes close, needing full concentration.

I hold fast.

Onslaught of winds diminish in fervor.
Muscles relax in limp liberation.

Battle is over.

Published in: on July 7, 2009 at 9:59 pm  Leave a Comment  

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