Whispers of the Soul

Depression

Fighting the Storm

In the distance, thunder rumbles,
A storm brews deep inside,
Dark clouds gather in my mind,
Where shadows often hide.

Raindrops drip like teardrops,
Each one a whispered fear,
A tempest churns within my soul,
A chaos I can hear.

The winds of doubt are howling,
Their shrieks pierce through the night,
While lightning splits the silence,
Fleeting glimpses of the light.

I brace against the onslaught,
Each wave a heavy blow,
The tempest roars with fury,
In currents strong and low.

But somewhere in the turmoil,
A flicker sparks the dark,
A glimmer of the stillness,
A faint yet hopeful mark.

I close my eyes and listen,
To the rhythm of the rain,
Each drop a soothing echo,
Dissolving all my pain.

I breathe through raging waters,
Through currents swift and cold,
For in this storm's relentless dance,
A story must be told.

The winds may twist and tear me,
But I refuse to break,
With every crack of thunder,
A piece of strength I make.

I find the eye within the chaos,
A calm amidst the fight,
Where clarity begins to form,
And darkness turns to light.

Though storms may come and linger,
And clouds may cover skies,
I'll stand firm in the tempest,
And learn to rise, not hide.

For after every storm has passed,
The sun will find its way,
And in the wake of raging winds,
A brighter dawn will stay.

So let the storms keep raging,
Let thunder's fury roar,
I'll find my peace and purpose,
And fight for so much more.