That storm is approaching rapidly.
The vision of its fury is formidable.

I see people running away.
Clouds descend and I see them no more.

I wonder what my fate will be.
Should I hide from the danger in fear?
Would it be better to stand and risk all?

I ask my friends for guidance.
They have faced these storms before.
Some are battle scarred but they are safe today.

I hear danger coming near.
What will I decide?
My pride may be shattered by that hidden power.
I wait bravely and full of hope.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Eminent Doom. By Erman Akdogan [Image license]