as far as I can see and feel the wind itself has stopped
inside this Space I safely pace and view my tended Gob
a Stuff of lot with Ends and Odds: all lesser goods transformed to Firsts
though bland the taste, I drink these Things, suppressing deathless thirsts
ages, it seems, collecting my Things and building My Walls around Them
protected and closed, divorced from storm; untouched My Space remains
thunder booms, flooding persists; my walls berated by breeze and flame
keep out of reach Luxurious Treats and Trophies and Comforts that I have attained.
I have beaten the storm, so I risk a look out beyond where my confidence ends
and though knowing no fear at first as I peer, surprised by the scene to which I descend
the Walls that I knew which stood fast and held true were unstable and barely erect
still the paramount storm though ferocious had worn from the unsteady Walls not a speck
what fantasy is this force untamed that yields to foe so feeble and frail
flames refuse to singe My Walls with wind conceding in gust after gale
My Walls are all delicate boundaries so weak; so what holds Them upright ever seemingly still
the cold surge of My pride lets any fear die; I know now the power of my will
any sureness just gained immediately wanes as i interpret the scene once over again.
what sort of rigged game is played by this rain? what devious rules, unfair and arcane?
i am sheltered by an unnatural abode; any power i hold, this storm has bestowed.
there is only one answer i cannot forebode; is this storm a dead end or a fork in the road?
though my structure stands all the more firmly upright, my confidence slumps; day turns into night
all the warmth leaves, i am left without light, and somehow it’s darkness that grants a small sight
i see myself quivering, fearful, forlorn, while feeling no comfort i act safe and warm,
without warning the onslaught takes a new form; a terrifyingly tangible silence is born
no water, no fire, no wind and no rain; no thunder, no lightning, no storm, only pain
silence uncovers aching i tried to contain, against limitless longing my will fights in vain
this chaotic silence uncovers inside the deepest desires my own will cast aside
fearful, unready, and stifling my pride, confused by my yearning, my will opens wide
The silence continues but as if on cue my walls fold and crumble so long overdue
Now into to wild and unknown I flew, away from the only things I ever knew
As I run fire rises surrounded by rain, my old foe lifts me up not to hurt but sustain
To protect my will and never restrain, to empower it toward a victorious campaign
But here in this current I am not alone. The clouds and the trees, the rivers that flow
The stars and the moons, and gravity’s pull have all understood what I finally know.
That thing that before I had tried to ignore, it's the silence without it I truly deplore.
To soar with this Storm is what I’m meant for. Now the power of my will is immeasurably more.
