She Lives

She lives below,
She lives below the storm.
She watches the wind through dream-swept eyes,
Desiring to sleep, but unable to.

The multitude howl as they pass her by.
She cowers, but even they,
Though fierce,
Cannot reach her below.

Her walls go up,
Sprouting like sharp flowers.
She sees dimly through the haze.
She cleans the glass.

She hears a crack and snap.
Fear grips her frenzied mind.
Her fist flies forward;
The shards explode in perfect unison.

She lives inside,
She lives inside the storm.
She confronts the milieu,
And breathes again.

She tackles their fierceness
And moves ever upwards.
Her wakeful eyes, fully aware and bright,
Search for Him.

She feels again the truths she knows so well.
He stayed with her in the storm;
He stays with her
Still.

She lives above,
She lives above the storm.
She spies below her empty cage.
She casts her eyes on Him.