The oncoming storm lay on the horizon, a sight that has become all too familiar. I sense within it the illest of intentions. In the past, it has watched over me since I was a small child, paying visits here and again, waiting for the ideal moment to feast. I paid no attention to it initially but as it crept closer and closer, its presence shook me to the depths of my very soul. It constantly loomed over my shoulder requesting I take its guidance. Naive, lost and frightening I succumbed to it, letting it consume me whole. It only asked for one token, my sense of self. I sacrificed it willingly, anything to save me from the abyss, anything to numb the pain of the past.
And so for a time, I found solace in its summer rains and winter flurries but one day, something changed. The bitterness from the flurries began to replace the warmth I once felt, while the sadness emitted from the rains began to replace the joy. Solace became misery and in turn,so did I.The storm then blinded every path, dispersing clouds of fog over each and every path, soon leading me deeper into the abyss it once promised to vanquish. Through these pursuits, it had won. It had officially consumed me, my spirits lie buried deep beneath the soil along with the seeds of hope.
Just when I had become engulfed and my destiny had been decided, The seeds I once thought to be lost, began sprouting. First into saplings and shortly after into fully grown adults. Its heights soared 8 stories tall, radiating vibrant, natural energy.The storm had unintentionally been watering and conditioning its ultimate demise. Once it finally scrapped the sky, it shielded the effects of the storm, slowly subsiding from me and releasing my self back into the void. I regained strength and energy that had long been lost while the storm could no longer bare the battle. So it finally said its goodbyes, floating far off in the distance. Hope, had won this time.
Time progressed and as did I. Peace graced me with its presence, allowing me to grow. As I grew, the tree grew old just as quick as it matured. Its branches of vibrant gold, dimmed into a dark grey rapidly. The trees days lie waning on the threads of fate, along with a typhoon of emotion telling me mine do too. Just when I thought security had found me, there it loomed again. The storm. It enjoyed its capture and yet again beckoned for another taste. Its only quest is to devour me and with the trees resources depleting, I’m not sure if I can endure any more rain.