I've been through an incredibly difficult time recently. I wrote a poem about it today. It helps me process the situation better. I won't go into details, but this poem might be relevant to many people in the trials they face. It is called The Storm in the Calm.
Heartless, pointless, void of substance,
this is how I remember everything.
It was easy to think we had it all,
that our lives were only just beginning,
that our hearts had settled and run into the sunset.
Jaded, tarnished, set in your ways,
you thought you gave me something better;
so did I.
Yet I neglected to consider the torment you came from,
the bitterness and the tears that had prior been shed.
I failed to notice the whirlwind that had long overtaken your heart and your mind.
I gave; you received.
Not in any perfection but in a heart full of love did I ever perceive.
What was true for one could have been true for two,
but maybe it was only me.
Calm and smooth, this was the sea of glory we sailed.
Then the storm came;
then came the torrent of unexpected lies and fate.
Why? Why would you jump amid a storm?
So fast and without abandon, your heart still completely torn,
no time to settle, no time to find your way, no anchor to hold onto,
just you trying to swim.
But it wasn’t over.
Then came the thunder of hatred, the lightning of lies,
the rain of gossip, and the waves of ambiguity in a bizarre twist of love.
It did not take long; it was over quite quickly.
The calm, the sun, the birds again singing.
Yet even in the calm, I still sense the tumult;
I still feel the wind.
Never returning to that glorious sea,
even in the calm, you have left me still in the storm.
