My heart has been tossed about in many storms
Violent gales left behind wakes of damage and distrust
Taking years to repair, as the gaping tears knit back together
The moments spent in the eye of the storm were befuddling
As I looked around in the void where my beloved should be found
To see nothing, to hear faint echoes of words devoid of meaning
How does one take shelter from the searing bolts of truth
When the innermost self speaks of what it truly needs?
I can lie and pretend until the end of time, it doesn’t erase what’s real
Doesn’t make the truth of what would make the sun shine again any less true
Many a life has been lost to complacency, to those sweet little lies we tell ourselves
Just as surely as the heavens will open up again to release their furies
My heart will keep speaking the truth of what it needs until I heed it
As exciting as it has been to play in the rain and dance in the howling winds
One of my most tightly held secrets is that I long for shelter, a sanctuary
A place where I know that there is not only longing, but belonging.