Wings

What if the storm comes?

I have wings

That carry me up and above

I can watch

And relax

Knowing the wind has my back

I can soar

I can see afar

The storm is not as big

Or as wide as I thought

I can choose to walk 

Or fly through it

My choice to be one

With all there is

And all there is to be

I am safe

My choice to walk through the storm

Or fly above it

My choice to swim 

Or glide below the swirling waters

To take in the beauty

Of everything below and beneath

The calm that is free for the taking

Above the clouds 

Or beyond the depths

It is all mine to see

To take and make mine.

-Shobana

The girl with a storm in her heart

She walked in drenched white clothes
The hem flapping on her ankles
The wind whipped her brows
And rivulets of rain meandered on her face
The thunder rolled and the waves crashed
She walked with her head high
And her arms folded on her chest
She seemed not to notice nor care 
The storm that was raging around her
The tempest in her heart
And the typhoon in her soul
Far outdid the one on the shore
The rocks and sand dug in her feet
And the waves splashed on her
Her hair in loose waves cascaded about her
Her eyes fixed on the horizon
She moved with no haste 
But measured steps 
towards some unseen goal
With almost impudence
At the challenging weather
No ropes could hold her and no rain would
She would find a way
To conquer the storm inside
And if peace prevails she will walk
And if the storms persist she would walk
Even more fiercely than before.

-Shobana

May 2 2025