By: Donna Sprabery

Inspired by Art Piece: Fallen Sentinels by Patricia Kent

Strength in Weakness

I feel it now;

the storm has come

from which there is no where to run.

The wind howls, the sky turns grey, and

I try hard to stay rooted in my past strengths.

Though strong at heart, I begin to sway

and feel myself weaken.

My surroundings loosen, upheaval is near,

and the fear is becoming peaceful.

Surrendering to the future of what I might become,

I let go and relinquish my past to the new

possibilities of life.