You can feel it circling
Waiting to suck the air from your lungs
Inflicting pain and doubt
You feel the floor rocking
The whirling wind decending around you
What happened to the calm?

The enemy laughs at you
She waits to steal your happiness
Her heart is black
You close the door
Block it from entering your walls
It bangs from outside
It gathers strength
Comes whirling in new directions
Pounding, never gone
You refuse to move
There is no reason to retreat
You begin to laugh
It is so absurd
The hatred is without merit
She is so unhappy
The storm clouds glow
They turn from gray to emerald
You are not responsible
Her life is bad despite
You are not the one that brought her blackness
She throws it at your light
She tries to distinguish
Any light that you shine from within and without
She never will understand
The light will never leave
It has an unending source and supply
Her blackness will not matter
You find a peace to hold
She finds it too much and whirls about
There is no rest for her