the storm

this storm
is large, wide and long.
it's full
of rain and darkness.
there is no eye to it.
no center,
no end or beginning.
it's without mercy.
it throws me around in my
small boat.
the oars are nothing
against it.
i yell to no avail.
i confess all sins.
i make vows to change my ways.
i take on water.
my lungs are full of wind.
i am in it good.
there is nothing left to
do, but hang on.
hang tight and pray.
to let a higher power
decide my fate.