Born of Frost and Ice it comes,
Down with the winds.
It engulfs all it meets.
Giving no quarter to those in its path.
Yet, there is an eye of this storm.
A calm epicenter where peace exists.
Many seek this place,
But, few find it in its entirety.
I thought I had, but was mistaken.
So my journey begins again,
through this storm.
Not quite back at square one,
but close
My Guides are close to me,
and will not lead me a stray
Nemaway, to you I need
now more than ever.