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