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The Storm

Life – a churning maelstrom that batters the senses, the emotions Ceaseless, never waning as it pounds endlessly on our soul An eternal storm, lashing continuously against us Beating at us, wearing down all resistance Consuming us with its unstoppable power Swirling with both uplifting and crushing forces, unseen Some can embrace it, feeding on the energy it can provide Living for each moment, enjoying, as it feeds them Absorbing the never ending influx that fills their very being Seemingly impervious to the darker clouds within Their soul battles always to keep the crushing power at bay Trying to feed only on the positive – always battling but surviving Others find a safe harbor, somewhere to ride out the worst To mend and patch their battered and beaten resistances Not always safe, but never far from security, safety Never wandering far from shore, forever seeking the calm Building strong walls, keeping all but the strongest surges at bay Never experiencing the thrills, the adventure – but always safe But in the wildest, darkest parts, towards the centre of the hurricane Some survive, fighting to the core of their being Battered, bruised, their resistances all but destroyed by the ceaseless fury They search, always looking for the right path, the way to peace Few find a way, sometimes alone, sometimes with others Battling to stay afloat, slowly finding a way through the chaos But there are always the lost, seemingly caught forever in the maelstrom Enveloped by the darkness, no beacon to guide them, no walls to shield them Never noticed, ignored, feeling alone, adrift in a sea of despair, lost Few will be saved, pulled and dragged to a safe harbor by caring souls To survive, to live, to rebuild stronger, hoping against hope Building their resistance to the constant storm, staying close to safety For many, there is no respite, drawn further into the raging darkness Feeling there is only one escape – the darkness at the very heart of the storm Quiet, calm darkness, holding them steady while the maelstrom rages A place they feel safe, free from the outside, free from the torment Darkness, peaceful, completely enveloped, feeling free, total escape It shelters them; somewhere they can be free from all - from life

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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