The Last Storm

You said

there would be a

Storm

One last 

Downpour

before I could see 

the Top

of this mountain 

I’ve been climbing

At first I was 

Stressed 

wanting the battle

to End

but now, 

I have my 

Armor

I have you

Jesus.

I will not go down
Without a 

Fight

So let it 

Rain

for you have 

calmed the 

Spirit 

of your daughter

in this 

Raging Storm

Even though the wind 

Threatens

to knock me over

I know I will be 

Okay.

This poem is about: 
Me

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