The Storm
There once was a storm,
In the town, by my home,
It washed away everything,
Leaving me alone:
All my friends, souls taken by the hands Fate,
All my enemies too in the darkness of late,
My parents, my dog; such things of eternal stay,
At last, had finally, been carried away…
In that instant,
In the Breath,
Everything I knew,
Had suddenly left,
And in the aftermath,
In the Pale,
I knew I must,
Change my path:
Before I had wished,
For all to change;
To end all the struggles,
Find release from pain,
Selfish I am or once was,
It’s hard to feel such pain,
And never have a cause…
I close my eyes, and see the people,
That I briefly meet but never greet,
As I walk oh so hopeless,
Down the lonesome cobbled streets:
I wonder,” Is it me or is it them?”
“Who are we and who’ll win?”
“And why am I so far, yet, right beside,
All the people, from whom, I wish to hide?
I never gave nor offered a thought;
Anything of value, I won’t lie and say,
I forgot:
I was content in loss, in my selfish,
Sorrow,
Never understanding the gift of a creeping,
Yet new Tomorrow…
I was alone, but now, wholly so,
With no one around, a man must confront his tomorrow:
Now with no one to blame,
Now with only my shame,
Now with only me and my pain,
And I suddenly see, like light in the deepest of rains,
That the rules that had governed,
Must have to be changed:
With no one to hate, to blame, or to scare,
I must begin treat myself with care,
And I am alone, with only myself, after the Storm,
But maybe,
Maybe through all loss, sadness, tears, and scorn,
That maybe through this horrific destruction:
I have become Reborn:
Reborn to love the lost I never understood,
Reborn to hope that in the worst, there is some good,
Reborn to realize that oneself is truly never-ending,
With open eyes, I see the truth, for the first time, blinding,
I am Reborn as the Storm, and its all just beginning….
