Storms Of Fear.

Bent trees are a proof of persistent storms Which batter against many defences Incessantly blowing off-course, warning No-one ahead. Gales, determined to drench With fearful strength any opposing force, Cannot endanger the heart, that within Is calm. Fear is the storm which remorseless Battles the soul, resisting strongest will To it's ultimate break, but as trees bend In recovery, and survive, attack From inside needs such resources. We send Out signals too like trees, and we fight back With door, which without bolts cannot be made To open up to fear. Love stands unafraid.