Stormy Soul
In the middle of the restless night,
I hear whispers of forgotten cries.
The winds howl secrets in their flight,
Never stop chasing the moonlit skies.
A storm brews deep within my chest,
Its chaos denies me peaceful rest.
In the middle of the roaring seas,
My soul sways with the fierce waves' song.
A dance of power bends ancient trees,
Never stop fighting, though storms feel strong.
In chaos, I find fragile grace,
A fleeting truth in this wild embrace.
In the middle of the thunder's call,
The earth trembles beneath my feet.
Lightning carves its path through all,
Never stop seeking what lies discreet.
Each flash illuminates the unseen,
A fleeting glimpse of what has been.
In the middle of the tempest's rise,
I feel the weight of the unknown.
Shadows twist beneath blackened skies,
Never stop dreaming, though winds have grown.
The storm whispers tales of hidden light,
Buried within the darkest night.
In the middle of the chaos near,
I stand amidst the wild despair.
My trembling hands conceal my fear,
Never stop hoping through tearful prayer.
The storm may rage and take control,
But it cannot break a stormy soul.
In the middle of the wildest storm,
The fire within begins to ignite.
It takes on its own raging form,
Never stop burning, despite the fight.
Through ash and embers, life renews,
A phoenix rises, painting hues.
In the middle of the clouds' embrace,
I see the dance of lightning's flare.
Its vivid streaks defy time and space,
Never stop standing, though skies might tear.
The storm's beauty and wrath combine,
An untamed force, both cruel and divine.
In the middle of the trembling ground,
The echoes of my heart take flight.
Each beat becomes a deafening sound,
Never stop singing through endless night.
The melody defies the storm's decree,
A hymn of life, wild and free.
In the middle of the shattering rain,
Each drop a shard of icy truth.
It cools the fire yet fuels the pain,
Never stop growing, despite the sleuth.
For every storm carves out the land,
Molding dreams from its weathered hand.
In the middle of the breaking tide,
The waves pull me toward the deep.
I hold my breath and dare confide,
Never stop loving, though seas may weep.
For even storms that tear apart,
Cannot extinguish the beating heart.
