THE STORM (2)

I felt the foot of the storm,
its muscular body pressing down on my soul
the waves' white spray crashing towards the sky
and spattering shine upon the storm's chest.
The giant held me down
to the edge of the water and the air
until I could not breathe freely,
my will to live
like anger on the periphery
but not completely subdued.
The turmoil
of being in discord with you
worse than the feeling of drowning
but I held my loyalty to you
and grappled with the storm
until finally it passed
and I was able to rise from the ocean
to be with you again.

Copyright ©2019 Ashi Shadow - 9/11/19 on Shweta.
Considered other options for the last line and also considered making it slightly longer.
It is a poem on discord and the storm is obviously a personification metaphor.