Beautiful Storm
Tears tumbling down my cheek
Outer appearance silent and meek
Inside volcano simmering havoc wreaked
What words are there to speak
Storm ravaging within feeling sick and weak
Day after day it’s looking more bleak
What will be left of me at the end of the week
When I’m being torn piece by piece
When my eyes are bereft of sleep
Cant even drink or eat
When will I arrive at the place of inner peace
Heart in strain skipping beats
Storm is searching But what does it seek?
Storm is searching But what does it need?
Self. Soul. To shine. To know. To be. To glow.
It pushes me to resolve:
Where to find me?
Where resides me?
What compels me?
What drives me?
Who I am supposed to be?
What are my aspirations?
What are my dreams?
It demands answers …
Who am I?
What is the meaning of life?
Why I am here?
What are my fears?
And until it finds the truth …
There will be strife
Many fights
Darkness entangled with light
Stumbling with blurred sight
Difficulty breathing lungs tight
Pursuing me with its full might
It tears through me and demands change
But Body craves change that is within easy range
Storm gives voice to my soul that is desperate to grow
But body wants to just take it slow
To go with the flow
To be cocooned in comfort
To spend all day in slumber
Invest itself into vanity
While sacrificing the souls destiny
Wanting to be immersed in sensuality
And forgoing the souls spirituality
It adores banality
Passionate for triviality
Extols the taste of immorality
Shuns the souls vitality
Pursues fantasy and escapes reality
It rather choose pleasure that is temporal
Then sacrifice pleasure for the eternal
Taking residence in whatever is natural and the norm
Despising the idea to transform
Loving the feeling of
Sameness
Lameness
Tameness
Stillness
Nothingness
Dragging me down to the earth
Wanting to return and revert to dirt
Become dead and inert
But in that dark time the storm strikes
It spins and swirls with its terrible might
Giving power to the soul to cast off its plight
Becoming restless
Pursuing holiness
Alive craving greatness
Abjuring the meaningless
Rejecting the senseless
Refusing to be helpless
Denying the hopeless
Setting aside the gentleness
It’s desire becomes Relentless
It’s need for achievement ambitious
Roaring within me a
Vicious tempest
Pulls me out of my self-created abyss
And leads me the place of challenge and bliss
Leaves no leaf unturned
Permits nothing to remain
Doesn’t allow any corner to be unchanged
Merciless
Doesn’t care for the political correctness
Running down everything resistant
Doesn’t listen to any pleads for calmness
Needs no assistance
Cleaning house is it’s goal
Bringing transformation is it’s role
My best friend
Heaven sent
There for me when Im on the descent
Pushing and pulling me to ascend
Bring me to repent
Always there when in need a hand lent
When the storm
within me roars
It’s a painful blow
But it’s an invitation to grow
To be to change and to transform
To become wise and to know
To reach for sky no matter if I’m low
For my inadequacies never be apologetic and apologize
To rise
To take off this disguise
To dispense with the lies
To be true and decide
That from now on I will choose life
Be alive
I might be afraid I might cry
I might want to hide
But till my end it demands I never stop to try
To devote my life to making the wrongs right
To finding the truth and following my inner light
It’s not easy alright
But one must learn to fight
To Never remain the same
With vigor play the game
And not be afraid to be called crazy and Insane
Question challenge and debate
Embrace the storm within
Let your change begin
For if you ride your soul to the top
And not resist it and ignore it to stop
You’ll see new horizons within you
The terrible storm that tears to and through
Rendering you void
And then Creating a new you
Leading you to the promised land
The Promised Land of You
A place where is true
Unique
With a stunning vistas and views
That is Different and new
A place that shines through
Majestic as the ocean blue
A Painting of every shade and hue
Beautiful storm
Creator, builder, savior, redeemer, deliverer
To the promised land, pushing me to traverse the perilous desert through mountains of sand.
You hold my hand
Lead me to the skies and show me
Who I am
A soul not a man
And that I can
No matter how bad the weather
You make me better
My beautiful storm