Storms Within: A Tale of Endless Turmoil...
In the echoing corridors of my existence, I find solace in the poignant truth of a phrase: "the calm before the storm." Yet, in the tapestry of my days, it seems my life has woven itself into a different narrative—a relentless storm, ceaselessly raging, while the elusive calm remains a distant, fading dream. Most days, I am not the one awaiting the storm's arrival; instead, I am the storm itself, a tempest of emotions and trials, with moments of tranquility feeling like mere fleeting illusions.
In the deafening thunderclaps of my struggles and the torrential downpour of my sorrows, I yearn for the hush that this phrase promises. I long for the stillness that precedes chaos, the peace that heralds a momentary respite from the whirlwind of my existence. Alas, the calm eludes me, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand, leaving me with nothing but the ever-present storm that engulfs my soul.
Each day, I wake to the sound of rain on my window, a melancholic lullaby that mirrors the tears that often stain my cheeks. I search for the sunlight amidst the darkened clouds, hoping for a glimmer of hope to pierce through the relentless gloom. Yet, the storm persists, a constant companion in my journey, overshadowing the brief moments of serenity that I desperately crave.
And so, I continue to navigate the tempest of my life, clinging to the belief that somewhere, deep within the heart of the storm, there exists a sanctuary of calm. A place where the winds cease their howling, and the rains subside, allowing me to catch my breath and find the peace that has long eluded me. Until then, I remain a weary traveler, weathering the storm, yearning for the elusive calm that seems so far out of reach. ~Belle
In the shadowed corners of life, where storms never truly abate and the sun seldom graces the sky, there lies a profound and sorrowful truth: for some, there are no sunny days. In this harsh reality, the moral is as stark as it is poignant, reminding us of the unfathomable depths of human suffering that persist beyond our awareness.
It is a solemn call to empathy, urging us to acknowledge the perpetual tempests faced by many souls. It serves as a reminder that compassion, understanding, and kindness are not only reserved for the visible wounds but are most crucially needed for the unseen battles that countless individuals face in the darkness of their existence.
This moral implores us to extend our hands not just on sunny days when smiles come easy, but especially on the stormy nights when tears are silent companions. It teaches us that the measure of our humanity is found in our ability to be a beacon of light for those lost in the eternal night, offering solace amidst their unending struggles.
In a world where some hearts know only rain, let our empathy be their umbrella, shielding them from the unrelenting downpour. For in the absence of sunny days, our collective kindness can be the glimmer of hope that pierces through the clouds, reminding those in perpetual darkness that, even in the absence of sunshine, they are not alone.
Belle Webb🪶©2023
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