Emotional Storms
In the quiet of morning, the sky is a slate,
A canvas untouched, serene, and sedate.
But beneath the surface, the clouds start to swell,
Whispers of thunder, a brewing farewell.
Like gentle breezes that dance through the trees,
I feel the calm shift, the unease in the breeze.
A flash of bright sunlight, then shadows collide,
As storms of emotion begin to reside.
The winds pick up speed, my heart races fast,
Caught in a whirlwind, a tempest amassed.
Waves of confusion crash hard on the shore,
Each crest a reminder of feelings galore.
Torrential downpours wash over my mind,
Drowning my thoughts, leaving clarity blind.
Lightning strikes quick, illuminating the dark,
A flicker of insight, a fleeting remark.
And just as the chaos seems ready to burst,
A calm settles in, an illusion rehearsed.
I stand in the eye of this tumultuous fight,
Where everything's quiet, yet nothing feels right.
A flickering candle in the eye of the storm,
My emotions alternate, twisted and worn.
I can swing from despair to a joy so intense,
In a heartbeat, I'm lost in this emotional expanse.
The gusts of anxiety whip through my soul,
While the downpour of sadness takes a heavy toll.
But there's beauty in chaos, a strange kind of grace,
As I weather each storm, I find my own place.
So I'll dance with the lightning, embrace every squall,
For through these wild tempests, I rise and I fall.
Each storm that I weather shapes who I am,
A tapestry woven with fury and calm.
And when the skies clear, when the rain starts to fade,
I'll gather the fragments, the pieces I've made.
With the sun on my shoulders, I'll stand tall and free,
For even in storms, I am learning to be me.
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Whispers of the Soul
PoetryIn "Whispers of the Soul," the poet invites readers on an intimate journey through the intricacies of human emotion and experience. This collection captures the delicate balance of joy and sorrow, love and loss, solitude and connection. Each poem se...
