Hidden in this place of my making
Storms attack. I’m not shaking.
Heart full, mind secure.
I have built. I am sure.
Strikes never ending
Battered, bruised, shot down, berated.
Mocked, deceived, ambushed, hated.
But … never overcome.
I won’t crash, fall, fail.
Through hurricane or hail
Darkest death-shadows hem me in
But I have heard, and I am hidden
I have built.