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 © Mark Kelly | Year Posted 2006
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