Born of Storms

I am a spirit,
a storm brought forth,
cold as ice,
winds from the north.

Loud is my thunder,
gentle is my rain,
drown out the hurt,
wash away my pain.

It still hurts,
even though I try,
destruction by lightning,
hiding the reason why.

I wrap myself in thunder,
slowly move on,
the way I feel,
can't be described in poetry or song.
The thunder rolls on.


-=databat=-