A Storm That Opened
A change in the weather
Brings heavy waves to the shore.
Dark clouds with booming thunder
Laden with emotion
Rock me about in a flimsy boat
Tearing me apart
Leaving me screaming into a wind
So loud even I can’t hear myself,
For help from anyone.
Battered and broken
I lay at the bottom of the boat
Waiting in misery for the storm
To pass, feeling as though it will never end.
Then I wake with the taste of a strange
Dream still lingering
Suddenly I see a brilliant sunrise
Over completely calm waters
Not even a trace of the storm
Except upon my body.
I walk along the shore discovering
Things I never knew existed
Things washed up by the storm.
I uncover pieces of myself
That without the turbulence
May have remained buried.
That storm which rocked me dry of tears
Has left me renewed and cleansed
Raw and open
Ready for a new beginning.
Sometimes it takes a storm to shake you up and peel away all the layers that have been holding you back. I don’t believe it always HAS to be that way. However sometimes that’s how it is, and it can be helpful it we let it instead of focusing on how awful the storm was.
What have you discovered after a storm(literal or metaphoric)?