Not My Time

I lived much of my early life in Oklahoma and Kansas; an area which is known as Tornado Alley by many. Consequently, I've lived through my share of bad storms and even an impending tornado or two. This poem is about one of those instances.

I feel the walls closing in on me
Sucking out the air I need to breathe.
The darkness is terrifying
And yet no cry escapes my lips.

I hear the wind beating at the door;
The sound of a freight train closing in.
I wait for it to overtake me;
Sending the house down around me.

The lightning and thunder continue
As if to prove their dominance.
No one escapes Mother Nature
Once she has unleashed her full wrath.

I fill both my heart and soul with prayer.
If this is my time, I'll be ready
Having confessed my transgressions
And asked for the Lord's forgiveness.

In return, I feel a certain calmness
As though I was wrapped in loving arms.
I know that nothing will hurt me
It isn't yet my time to go.