Ravaged.

Carried along by the blessed rush of stormy winds,
Racing from the echoes
the echoes of my own voice
to a rocky precipice
edging tumultous clarity.
Communing with swells
eyes closed for the splash of the spray
like a rock in the surf
victim to the beautiful violence,
of impact.
Forced into fortification,
there I am.
Withdrawing from numbness
to a vulnerability alive with
hope.