alone
I stand in the heart of a raging storm like an old oak tree which bends but does not break trusting the power of its roots of love which will not be defeated by a lesser force, no matter how loud and threatening that force gets to be. What outward might can destroy that power which is the very basis of the human heart? I stand amidst distrust and cry large tears for those that hurt. wanting to shield their eyes from what they don't see... still wishing they could somehow help me. but then, I am... Sign in to see full entry.