Pull Me Under

I’ve been through a storm in a raging sea,
Beaten and battered by nature’s fury,
Lost in darkness as far as I could see,
The tempest was my soul’s judge and jury.

I’ve been blinded by the dreadful lightening,
Hanging on in the depths of the unknown,
Pummeled by monster waves it’s quite frightening,
Scared and terrified that I was alone.

I’ve been stranded in grim situations,
Losing faith and hope tossed in the vastness,
And then I felt a swift indignation,
Facing death my fear turned into madness.

I’ve screamed at gale winds and horrendous skies,
Arguing with the ominous thunder,
Mad as hell unafraid of my demise,
Roaring: Go ahead and pull me under!

I’ve survived the rage and live to tell the tale,
I‘ve reached safe shores that are sunny and warm,
When my fear disappeared after that sail,
I realized I too had become a storm.