Beneath the Thunderclouds

Fist to the mirror, shards hit the floor

Grief's a ghost that camps at my door

Discipline the anchor, dragging my soul

God whispers through the static, trying to make me whole

Rain in my chest, can't catch a breath

Every tear a sermon, baptized by death

Coffins in my dreams, marching in rows

But I wrestle with the dark where the light still glows

Thunder rolls, my knees hit the stone

A prayer’s a seed, but I reap what I’ve sown

Beneath the thunderclouds, I cry, I bow

God, give me strength, show me how

Discipline sharp, grief so loud

Faith’s the bridge, I’m crossing now

Memories cut, blades in my veins

Lessons in loss, stitched into my chains

Discipline's a whip, cracking my back

But I keep marching, though the world turns black

God's in the silence, God's in the roar

Every step’s a psalm, every wound’s a door

Open to a place where the broken mend

But the path ain't straight, and the climb won’t end