To plot the psychology of a storm, in the meteorology of the mind
a hurricane is born, with an eye that is blind
It's which hemisphere, that does steer the spin or direction
When skies are clear, it would appear a depression, with no threat of detection
The flows of its highs and lows, chart its path and ferocity
Strength grows in a hidden heart that shows turmoil's atrocity
In the storm, reality is torn as warm waters increase its force
In the crash of the sea, paranoia is born all along its course
The howling wind's wails, begins destruction's trails as it makes ground
Raising water and rain, with the rails of denial's pain, is the gale's pounding sound
A tidal surge the last bastions submerge, until is found a hope that does arise
the belief of champions, sublimation's high ground in a blind eye's blue skies
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A good psychological write there SB.
Thanks so much Orchi I appreciate the read and comment.
We all at sometime or other have a cloud or two over us, this is beautiful. Such depth of meaning and imagery. 💖
Thank you Teddy I appreciate the review and your comments are always so welcome
Brilliant!
' it would appear a depression, with no threat of detection'
stealth as its key threat
this thing that hunts our moments of solitary peace
wounds us anew with forgotten emotions n regrets
'In the crash of the sea, paranoia is born all along its course'
do we hide or surrender and accept that inevitable demise
how to conquer a fear, hidden within our heartbeats
'until is found a hope that does arise
the belief of champions,'
and how do we triumph
by learning, champions are made not born
curated in that furnace of incessant strife
first learning, how to survive
how to appreciate
those small mercies in our lives..
A humbling reply my friend. Yes indeed it is by being tempered in adversity that we become stronger and less susceptible to fear. You've seen to the heart of this one and it is a blind eye that remains in fear.
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