Feels like a tide coming in  

It is hard to breathe 

The future is grim 

Follow the light  

Through the storm 

Like the lighthouse  

Its beam trying to warn 

Don’t run into the shore  

For which you cannot see 

Get up off the floor 

And follow me — 

I flee from the home 

Its terror never ending  

The fear of the unknown 

I have to stop pretending 

Feel, Feel its what the horse says to me 

Like running along this rocky beach 

My spirit needs to run free 

But then I hear a deathly screech  

Stop you wicked child  

The mother hurricane roars 

You will never be wild —

Finish up your hours of chores 

The lighthouse is now getting dim 

I snap back into the reality I have only known 

The fleeting feelings are ever so grim 

Now my will has been again overthrown 

Let me go mother hurricane  

I will not be controlled

Without you my life will have a bigger gain —

No more of your venom you can spew 

Follow the light while it still calls 

My heart is beating so heavily 

Running through the mother hurricane squalls 

I’m hanging on to my last ounce of hope, merely 

I fight through the storm to reach the light 

The peace that comes once I am there 

The hurricane has lost its fight —

There is no more fear to bear 

I am free from the darkness of the unknown  

My purpose in life is now in sight 

I will let my purpose now be shown 

Through the beautiful transient light. 

By Heather Parker