The Roar Within

Warm with the blanket
Of calm before the storm,
Swarmed with overwhelming
Anticipation,
Dancing in participation
Against trepidation
While subtle tones of thunder
Leak across the land.
My hand is tightly gripped
To the edge of uncertainty,
Purposely waiting in hopes for more.
I may be wrong but I've waited too long,
But the song if my heart
Has become a violent roar.