FOR SHE IS THE STORM…..

She had been holding on, by her fingertips, to life for so long that she could not remember happier times.

Her heart had been beaten and crushed a thousand times or more; however, her indomitable will would not allow her heart to contemplate turning cold and bitter.

No one could blame her if her heart had turned to pure stone.

Yet not one thing would she change; she knew this was her journey and hers alone.

She had forgiven herself for the things she can not change.

She knew she was not perfect; she had finally given herself permission to live a big life, to move as her highest self, completely and unapologetically.

She refused to be held hostage to a past that no longer existed.

She had been born in the midst of an eternal struggle, a struggle that was not hers to fight.

Her life had been like that of a game of Russian roulette.

Every night before she went to sleep, she prayed for a better day tomorrow.

Each day she would wake and pray that today God would answer her prays.

She was unbreakable, though many had tried to bring her to her knees. Little did they know she was strongest when she knelt, for her faith was unwavering.

Her God and her ancestors had never forsaken her, she was loved and protected.

She was given the gift of strength and fortitude as her birthright. For the path, she would take no human foot dared to tread, it was one paved with treachery, hatred, lies, and deceit.

She had a power so deep within her soul, fuelled by every unseen scar, every mistake, every miscalculation she had ever made.

Like all the strong women before her, she was forged by the fires of hell that she had walked through.

She was thankful for her darkness, for she was not the darkness she endured, but the light that refused to surrender.

She had learned early on that her love, faith, and light were tools she would need to overcome the darkness.

She was a beautiful mess that somehow instinctively worked, with an inherent beauty about her you could not explain.

She had a childlike wonder, a sense of mischief, a simplicity about her; she was spontaneous, unassuming, natural, and kind-hearted, yet there was an air of elegance, sophistication, wisdom, and delight that radiated from within her.

She had a way of making you feel at ease, so at ease that time seemed to stand still like you were the epicenter of her universe.

She had a quiet confidence that could easily be misread. To the unsophisticated eye, she appeared reserved, unstructured, emotional, ill-equipped. Yet she was more real and more equipped than she had ever been given credit for.

Fool be those who underestimated her, who never ventured beyond the pretense.

She saw beyond the veil of illusion; she was not to be taken lightly. As she stands steadfast in the face of adversity; she stands firmly within her own truth.

She had to close the doors before she could let anyone in.

She was truly resilient, unstoppable, a dynamic spirit, as wild as any untamed beast.

She nevertheless embraces a small fragment of hope that the love she has suppressed so fiercely to protect would one day grow and blossom, like that of a rose through a crack in the pavement.

She does not need saving, she is more than capable of saving herself.

She has a deep desire for love.

Will you love her?

Will you be her refuge in the storm?

For she is the storm…

- Photuni -