By D.V. JOHNSON, II (#1937011, River North)

Ice Cold gusty wailing winds and ravaging torrential rains of The Storm as I stand on The Cliff-of-Death’s verge… Electrified trials & tribulations converge&merge causing me to sway&swerve, I see glimpses of my demons clawing up from the Notorious bottomless pit below..

Urges to elude these thunderous throes vigorously intensify, but, threats to throw me over are thereby thwarted… My bellowing cries for a Renewal of Perspective cause me to realize that without pain, I’d have no frame of reference for when something truly deserves to be Glorified…

RECALIBRATING so I can Stand Strong on this cliff-of-death, as my Life’s Purpose is continuously enlightened & further refined.

*Inspired by Psalm 57 during Mental Health Awareness Month (May 2024).