I am standing in the middle of the storm wondering what will stay with me and what will be ripped off of me. I keep my feet grounded and run my roots deep into the ground. Still, I know my strength is not much and the earth I stand upon is not something I can hold onto. I look up into the sky and see that the thunder is ready to strike. I pull myself together and wait for the battle. I have very few weapons in my armor and I choose to fight alone for I am alone and this is my battle. I might win or I might lose, whatever it is, I’m here to face!