The Cleansing Storm

I will not make you wrong for your hunger
but I will ask you to feel what’s underneath

reach through the thunder
and the lightning will crack open your desire

give me a storm
lift me off the ground
tear my roots from the unsound
and when my body settles back down
my feet will only hunger for the bare dirt
my breath will come easier

I can’t go back
It’s been broken
but the path ahead is clear
can’t go back
to the broken
but the path ahead is clear
can’t go back
to the broken
but the path ahead is clear

the storm took the story that had written me for years

and when I looked up at the sky
it beckoned me to write
on its cloudless page.