If there ever was a storm waiting to blow over
It would be her
It isn’t because she carries within her
Destructive forces of a thousand seas
Or because what you thought was her calmness,
Is just the calm before a storm
No, it’s because when she finally lets go
She will bring with her hail, thunder and rain
She will use the might of the wind beneath her wings
To eliminate the very purpose of your presence, your need
And when she is finally done
She will show you both death and life
While she sheds the shroud of the person she became
Version of the person you so carefully created
She will rejoice the birth of the person she knows she could
be
The woman that intimidated you, one that you thought she
couldn’t be
