TEMPEST

I’m in the midst of a storm. My emotions grip me, and I submit to its waves. Shuddering from its cold hands, I stand by a fire I pray won’t consume me. I prayed for strength and was given turbulence, daring me to find it within. I prayed for love; I was met with flaws that begged for acceptance. To find my desires, I must first subdue their adversaries. Palms callused from my constant battles. From my several mountain climbs. I have bled over myself, over and over, yet here I stand. In truth, I stand. Within the claws of chaos, I’m still. And when I look around me, an epiphany arrives: I am the storm.

— Tolú