The Freedom of Writing

The crispness of the white paper

Under the scratch of my black pen

Its fresh smell filling my nostrils

As I lean in closer

 

The words roll onto the page

Like a storm rolling in from the sea

Who knows its path or its direction?

All I know is that I will soak in its rains

 

No restraints, no inhibitions

Just the freedom to write

The freedom to climb aboard the train of thought

And to see where it takes me

The Storm Inside

The storm whipped up around me

Swirling up bitter winds and biting rains

As I shivered in its centre

A fiercer storm awoke in me

 

It accelerated far quicker than the outer

Gathering angry, black clouds

Staining the blue skies of my heart

Like charcoal on a white dress

 

Fear began to build in the atmosphere

And let rip with large roars of thunder

Discharging panic through me

Like lightning rippling through the frantic air

 

Through it all You waited

Waited for me to trust You

As my worries like a whisk

Kept my inner storm spinning

 

I cried out and thunder stopped to listen

The lightning froze in its path

I won’t carry this burden any more

I won’t let what I can’t control steal my peace

 

The winds began to drop

Calm descended from above

As You dealt with the storm outside

Inside I could see the blue skies

Shining through again