in the yellowish light of the fading storm
you finally let go of your fear.
the howling winds quiet and whisper away
as the noise in your head recedes.
the smell in the air
makes your senses ignite
and you dare to believe in the hope and the light.
for just when your soul felt impossibly bare,
somebody heard your unwavering prayer.
now gone is the nudging cold nose of despair.
you straighten your stance,
your eyes start to sparkle -
right here is your chance to come out of the dark and
believe in yourself and believe in the world and
find faith in the future as your fingers uncurl.
you look down at your hands and see nothing but power
to rise up again, to forget how to cower.
in the yellowish light of the fading storm,
you finally let go of your fear,
as what seemed an endless roiling of grey
gives way to a blue,
bright and clear.