After the storm

The storms in my life came and left,
I stood at the edge,
Waiting for the remnants
To carry me away.

Yet, I stood there.
So quietly.
Grounded with every little ounce of me.

Reaching,
Grasping,
Still left with searching hands.
"They don't stay", you said
"What does?", I asked
"Nothing. Nothing really stays.
Let it pass", you smiled. 
"Take me from here please,
I need something that warms my soul"
"But there is nowhere to go"

So I stayed,
Amidst the changing skies,
I stayed,
I am still here
While you are long gone.
I am still here.
Raging and taming the storms
when they come.
With every little ounce of me.
Let them come.
I am still here.