Caught in a tempest, body betrays, The mundane morphs in peculiar ways, A silent storm within you brews, With each wave, a piece of you it chews.
The office now a heaving deck, Unsteady ground, a wretched wreck, Fingers grip with fervent might, Against this inner sea’s cruel fight.
Eyes seek anchors in the gloom, Against the tides, the waves that loom, Each heartbeat echoes stormy tales, Each breath a ship on windless sails.
In this battle, chaos reigns, Turbulent thoughts, unending strains, Yet, within, a warrior stands, Facing nature's wild demands.
May calm return, like dawn's embrace, And steady once more, your pace, For every storm, a calm does bring, A reminder, you’ll weather anything.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Weathering storms whether natural or emotional is both a harrowing experience and an exhilaration in survival after they have past. This poem highlights well both. Nicely done Cryptic
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