I see a storm brewing up

I see a storm brewing up
at a time
that I am days and nights away
from any shelter

and there are thunderbolts
hitting around me
and the bright blue
suddenly becomes black and grey.

If I have to fall,
then I will
I have tried every thing
and are long past endurance

and on my own
I still go on
until there are no more
clouds, rain and hail
and the bright blue
opens above me again.

poem by Gert Strydom
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