Poem: My Journey

The storm is right now down the road, yet I still do not see it.

I feel the air changing from love to hate, yet I still trust it.

When I look down the road, I see that the dust is starting rise, but I am just settled.

Is this the end have I given up hope?

I prayed for better days, but so far it has all been a struggle.

This is my journey, and I must walk to it.

The pain is gone, but I still ache for what I do not need.

As the storm is getting closer, my ground becomes firm.

I stand tall and hope something does not knock me down.

My soul is starting to leave, and I feel something coming from me.

What could this, and then I realize that I am free.