[-Poem-] And the Storm rages on . . .

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The storm rages on

By Gabriel Cruz
Dedicated to her. . .

Outside, this morning,
A storm brews strong,
But someone did not wake up to see it
Why did I?

I got up feeling so blessed
Life giving not what I would accept,
But what I would fight for.
People telling me I am successful,
but I have no time to be successful.
Why do I feel,
as if I have not separated myself from the rest of the crowd?
Am I at the end of my days?
The Finale?
El Fin?
Or am I just Fine?

Frustration of
Insecurities and
Nerotioc
Emotions?

Not el Fin, but fine,
Both things, definitely not, what I want to feel,
But why does it seem like I am always invisible?
And the storm grows strong,
But someone did not look up to see it
Why did I?

Mi gente, my crusade, a purpose greater than my own life,
This movimento
I can not teach nor tell people about it,
What I feel inside, I just caught it.
That is my mission,
A price has to be paid for me to accomplish it,
But have I really been willing to pay the price for it?
And a storm rages on
But someone did not see a beauty in it
Why did I?

And I love those who say and tell me
No, you cannot, never, and you will not, to me,
I love them, In spite of what and who they are.
I take those words on for my family and other future generations
So they do not have too,
It keeps me going,
And in the world, a storm rages on
But someone did not pray for it to go away
Why did I?

Sometimes the creator calms the storm,
And sometimes the creator rages the storm to get stronger,
Yet only to calm the child.