Storm.

~ liezel graham

The storm whipping wildly around me.

Salty mist obscuring my way.

Fear clawing its way through my heart.

Darkness waiting.

Then, Your gentle voice riding on the wind: ‘Come. Follow me.’

I step out of the boat, water cold on feet, Your hand reaching for mine.

Safe.

Published by liezel graham

poet. storyteller. lover of words. seeker of healing. always searching for more. find me in the woods, or at the ocean’s edge, if only in my head.

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