I've swam the channels of despair and
drowned in its sorrow,
only to emerge inside a squall of pain.

I've sat chained and helpless
as reality stripped the dream
from my mind leaving not but
hallowed halls behind.

Yet through adversities storm,
the souls foundation is fortified.
I've been rebuilt with grace's
golden thread to withstand
torture's freezing wind.

I will rise again.

I will stand out loud
in front of the wielders whim
to challenge the cosmos
built on lies.

Then I will become the storm.

© Kmarie