Storms rage and ravage
They lay waste the efforts
And destruct many a lives.
Yet they rise, only to fall
When the storm subsides
The world picks up the pieces
Of the then and now…
To build again in hope
That tommorow is another new day.
But storms that pass, often leave imprints;
Of traumas in those testing times
Of fear in the back of the mind.
They appear in dreams
Almost as if it is reality.
They create confusion in the sanest of times
But when the heart knows
That fear is just the mind
Playing its tricks again.
It becomes brave
And continues to beat stronger
And life dances to its beats…
For it has survived the storm.
Rest all is history 💙
Storms have a way of playing with our life even when they have long subsided.
The brewing storm in our thoughts and dreams may seem fearful yet they also bring perspective to empower ourselves.
I write these verses inspired by the reading the title and verses of this poem, this morning. Thank you 🙏 poeticmobility.
And the image here is from my Ai artwork collections, for I somehow feel it belongs here as well.
I leave a question here for you to reflect upon…
Every life has survived its own share of storms
Leaving much wisdom in the learnings behind.
What lesson has your heart learned after the storm?
Savvy Raj
Savvy Raj 
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