Those of Pure Heart will hold your Heart

I am thunderstorms

I am volcanic

destructive

At times chaotic

tumultuous

I am the raging sea

waves crashing against rocks

I am sunlight

I am the cool breeze on a hot day

I am peacable

gentle

A change in current

a calm

the type that comes after a storm

It is a gift

That only those who have sailed

through rough seas have

I bring calm to others

while breaking like the waves

holding my own heart

confused

how can one be both chaotic and calm?

I asked my mother once

and she said 'it is a gift

to feel everything all at once

for it is better to feel

than not to;

cherish that gift, my child

those of pure hearts

will hold your heart'