Sleep It Off

The rain and the wind

Batter against the windows of my heart,

Threatening to crash in

And flood

all my comfort,

What I call home,

To ruins.

Constant.

Vicious. 

Murderous curiosity begs me to open a door or window.

To behold the storm,

Rather for it to be hold me.

Instead,

I sit.

I wait.

I ponder.

The storm lasts for just a while,

Feeling like eternity.

Sooner or later the rain must dry.

Wind must seek another victim.

The threats must grow quiet.

I wake.

I wake to comfort.

To home.

To purity.

While the storm taunted,

I slept.

Of course,

I couldn’t have borne the barrage

For long.

No matter how honest it was

About its malicious intent,

I would’ve checked to

“See for myself.”

So I slept.

I rested.

Dreams became my protection,

Faith my guard.