Life is like a storm,
it's always unpredictable,
but is sometimes readable.
I'd rather be a sturdy rock
than be a lenient ribbon
blown by the horrors of life's surprises.
The only rock to hold itself,
and the life flourishing upon it,
through the dense everlasting frenzy of a storm's cruelty.
To stay rooted and to hold my own
when everything around me is taken away
by the wind and rain
and taken away from our gravel road.
I'd rather be a sharp knife
a cause of death, than to swayed
by the sly persuasion of the tempting rain
that can easily knock me off my balance
into the eye of God's imagination.
I'd rather face the great demon of all massacres
than face a storm with the lives of others on my shoulders.
If I could survive this, fighting and ruthless