the storm

the winds never cease to blow me away.
from school to work,
it leaves me breathless.

and every time a light would pass
through the mess hurling around
and with me,
stronger gusts would awash me.

this storm, how could i stop?

for i haven't learned the right prayer.
for i haven't seen the inspiration.
for i couldn't understand the hymn.

would this put me into a life
contained,
consumed
by a continuous hurricane?