Silent Storms

Her eyes are wide open

Yet, she can't see a thing

The skies are dark-
And there's no sound.

A hallowed blackness surrounds-

..she can feel something..

A steady vibration, 
Beginning at the core...

She's never felt anything 
Infinitely powerful before

For a second- she felt 
Gravity increasing and time come to a stop. 

Down to her knees...
She drops.

Her thoughts-
relentlessly shrieking inside her mind. 

Shes weathered, worn. 
And it doesn't matter how long she prepared-

Her heart is her gravity. 
She's been avoiding this moment -- so many years...

And comes, 
The Silent Storms- 
Manifesting from her fears

In one breath she admits
she'd rather take this chance 

Than to face 
The alternative.

With clenched fists, 
She pounds on floor

Picks herself up with dignity, 
And does something she hadn't done before...

Lightning begins to light her way- 
The clouds stir, moving rapidly

Changing into shades 
Of Violet and Blue

She could see the emotions 
She believed she kept at bay.. 

Surrounded her in a large, midnight hue and circular wave. 
She looks up to the angry, yet sad dark sky- 

And wishes she could become like the Eagle... 
Soar up above the storms. 

Though her bones are hollow-
Her feet are moored to the ground. 

She won't be able to fly- 
She will drown. 

She spins slowly, 
facing images of her memories in the water.

They flash, they dance-
Hurricanes form in the back..

She braces herself, 
holds her breath

As the waves 
crash down 
upon her...