Below’s Storm

by Nathaniel edward Briner

Lungs can hardly breathe.

What is the point anymore? 

Heart keeps beating Forward, but Legs gave Below their soul.

Still, Eyes feel it.

Warmth, peaking high above Mountain, filling Sky.

Body, meet Beauty.

Sun, what keeps your Heart beating?

What pulls Light out of Dark? 

Must we overcome Dark’s tribulation by trekking atop Deep’s height?

Perhaps, in order to see Below. 

O Sun, you must take great joy in piercing through Below’s storm.

For Glory climbs back, and Ocean always reflects your placement high above Sky.

Forward, you are a must, fastened toward Hope ahead.

If Body gives way to this storm, Will alone must rise above Below.