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.
© 2016 Jonathan M. Jones
