The Storm - A Collection of Original Poems

Passion

It was quiet for a time, when you arrived.
Trapped in dark depths nobody should see,
You remind me that I'm alive.

You came upon a cold ember, bleak and alone.
You nursed me back to health.
The warmth has returned, and flames have grown.
Your love is a great wealth.

The winds were calm, when you came.
They sensed a great passion.
Fire grew, my heart untamed.
With you, I don't fear crashing.

The inferno began to rise inside.
The breath in my lungs burned up.
My love for you grew impossibly high.
I felt I'd never be enough. 

The winds came, and the fire within spread. 
The storm brewed in the heat. 
The love in my heart refused to be dead,
You make me strong and weak. 

The fire became my world.
It didn't flee from the rain.
Around the downpour the flames curled,
It drew bliss from the pain.

The forces in me waged war.
The darkness battled the light.
The bloody conflict opened the door,
And intensity grew into new life.

The swirling orange and red,
The crushing black and gray.
New life grew out of death, 
I'm going the right way.

The oceans inside me are calm.
Beauty shines in every drop.
The voices inside aren't gone,
You just taught them how to stop.

This is the eye of the Storm.