Power

I know what I am
I know that I am
A cyclone
A hurricane
A terrifying force
Out of control and unstoppable
Is it such a bad thing?
Is it such a good thing?
I'll sweep you off your feet
Drop you from a height of a thousand feet
Maybe you'll lie broken at the bottom
Of a chasm we dug together
Maybe you'll find yourself dangling from
A twisted lifeline
And secretly, we both pray that you'll make it to safety
You would think I never look back
And I don't
Not because I'm heartless
Not because I don't know better
Not because I don't want to
Just because I know I shouldn't
Because I know that we can only take pain
And forgive it
Forget it
Rebuild and that is what will make us strong
That is the only thing that can
I do not ask if you can forgive me
I ask only if you will
In your own time in your own way
I wonder if you will have the courage
To make yourself strong
To become a cyclone of your own
Is that why I am here?
To break, to destroy, to strengthen?
Whatever you call it
It is what it is
And I am what I am
Life can be frightening
And all we can do is show it that we are not.
We are all assigned tasks
Is this mine?
To be benevolent through havoc-wreaking?
If so I believe it to be a poor one.
I do not look back
Ever
But sometimes
For you
I do

Pick your poison. Mine is Power.