A Storm Brews

A storm begins to brew on the shores of my life. I remain defiant, for this storm has no power nor place in my heart. This storm will be unable to wash away any optimistic beliefs, nor will it flood the soul with self doubt.

I to become a pillar, a pillar open to all of life's possibilites as this storm rages against my form. Suprised I shall become of my new found strength to weather this storm.

Powerful I shall become once the realization of my full potential is understood. For there is no place here for self doubt or cowardess at this stage of the game.

Incredible opportunity lay before me, I will keep myself open to such and pick the low hanging fruit. To maintain a healthy perspective and use this storm to nourish the trees that grow my fruit. Fear will be the only thing swept away by the storm's waves once it passes over me.

Peace and love to all,
David