storms are resting on my shoulders,
releasing the the power of lightning,
undoing the the burdons that are aquired,
building the pressure daily,
to break the carriers spirit,
slowly over time to replenish itself.
pelting the skin like rain,
corrupting the spirit to break,
giving the weak seemingly endless power,
the weight forcing the stoppage,
gathering the strength to carry on,
willing the spirit to great feats.
unified the spirit and storms are unbreakable,
uncontrollable they are furious and free,
never controlled only maintained
