This piece of writing is the voice of my soul, fuelled by my heart. This is dedicated to those who hold a special place within the depths of my heart. That no matter how many times my heart aches, or how my many times it shatters .... In the end, after I've pieced every shattered shard back together. I find you in there. A sentinel, standing guard. Providing that strength and unconditional love, in the times that I need it the most.
"Sometimes a storm doesn't arrive full blown ...
Sometimes they build over days.
Or weeks.
Or months.
Or even years.
An arctic storm moving southward,
can suddenly crash into a hurricane that's travelling north.
And when these collisions of weather systems occur,
it causes the storm to explode.
The sum total of their destructive energy is far greater than what any of them would have been, had they remained on their own.
Creating what meteorologists sometimes call "perfect condition" or "deadly storm".
A perfect storm.
And when these storms hit,
we'll have to recognise them for what they are.
Acknowledge their awesome power .....
and hold on tight."
Some go through life blessed.
Or atleast it seems that way.
As I spend parts of my day people watching.
They seem to travel the pathways of life,
as if they are gliding through it.
Walking along unaffected by heartache and pain.
No signs of scars caused by acid tears of pain.
If only the rest of us were that lucky.
For those of us who travel down this path,
I realise that more often than not,
I encounter paths which bring such unimaginable pain ....
That to this day I suffer the sharp random twinges of pain,
from wounds healing and scabbing over,
caused by the acid tears I've cried as I writhed in pain, despair and desolation.
All hope lost as I scramble and grasp at what remains of my beaten humanity.
These times of pain, I've come to realise.
Are akin to a perfect storm.
My words, actions and events are accumulated over time,
that collides with ....
Well ....
Life.
Or fate.
Or the destiny as He meant for me.
Whatever it is I collide with,
I now recognise it for what it is.
And its awesome power.
But it is in this very moment of recognition that lights up my soul.
Renews my hope in life.
In the times of my perfect storm,
despite the agonising pain caused by its awesome power ....
It is YOU,
my sentinel.
My love.
My guard.
That I hold on tight to.
It is also YOUR awesome, inspiring strength that my soul clings to.
The one I hold on tight to,
until my storm passes over.
I hope that in the time of your perfect storm,
I'm one of the sentinels,
that you hold on tight to.
It is these perfect storms that define who we are.
YOU help define who I am,
by standing guard within my heart.
And if the aftermath of what my perfect storm brings is anything to go by,
I would gladly go through writhing in agony and cry acid tears all over again.
Because in the silence of the storm passing.
And when all the pieces of my humanity are back together again.
I know that I'll find you in your usual place.
In the depths of my heart,
standing guard.
© msphreak 2013
"Sometimes a storm doesn't arrive full blown ...
Sometimes they build over days.
Or weeks.
Or months.
Or even years.
An arctic storm moving southward,
can suddenly crash into a hurricane that's travelling north.
And when these collisions of weather systems occur,
it causes the storm to explode.
The sum total of their destructive energy is far greater than what any of them would have been, had they remained on their own.
Creating what meteorologists sometimes call "perfect condition" or "deadly storm".
A perfect storm.
And when these storms hit,
we'll have to recognise them for what they are.
Acknowledge their awesome power .....
and hold on tight."
Some go through life blessed.
Or atleast it seems that way.
As I spend parts of my day people watching.
They seem to travel the pathways of life,
as if they are gliding through it.
Walking along unaffected by heartache and pain.
No signs of scars caused by acid tears of pain.
If only the rest of us were that lucky.
For those of us who travel down this path,
I realise that more often than not,
I encounter paths which bring such unimaginable pain ....
That to this day I suffer the sharp random twinges of pain,
from wounds healing and scabbing over,
caused by the acid tears I've cried as I writhed in pain, despair and desolation.
All hope lost as I scramble and grasp at what remains of my beaten humanity.
These times of pain, I've come to realise.
Are akin to a perfect storm.
My words, actions and events are accumulated over time,
that collides with ....
Well ....
Life.
Or fate.
Or the destiny as He meant for me.
Whatever it is I collide with,
I now recognise it for what it is.
And its awesome power.
But it is in this very moment of recognition that lights up my soul.
Renews my hope in life.
In the times of my perfect storm,
despite the agonising pain caused by its awesome power ....
It is YOU,
my sentinel.
My love.
My guard.
That I hold on tight to.
It is also YOUR awesome, inspiring strength that my soul clings to.
The one I hold on tight to,
until my storm passes over.
I hope that in the time of your perfect storm,
I'm one of the sentinels,
that you hold on tight to.
It is these perfect storms that define who we are.
YOU help define who I am,
by standing guard within my heart.
And if the aftermath of what my perfect storm brings is anything to go by,
I would gladly go through writhing in agony and cry acid tears all over again.
Because in the silence of the storm passing.
And when all the pieces of my humanity are back together again.
I know that I'll find you in your usual place.
In the depths of my heart,
standing guard.
© msphreak 2013
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