The greatest storm season of my life

This season I'm coming out of feels like being stuck in the middle of a great storm with the Sun circling around me.

Before my eyes there are flashes of Light.
Flashes of God's goodness..
Flashes of supernatural peace..
Flashes of unbelievable discernment into my situation.

Shrouded in the shame of the storm,
A thought comes in and steals it away
like a thief in the night.

I'm looking at the storm again.

© 2023 light and ashes

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W. Barrett Munn

Hi, LaA.

I like how you approached this subject. As I was re-reading, it occured to me that the title could be incorporated into the poem (I think Elizabeth Bishop did this at times),

The Greatest Storm Season of My Life
and coming out of it feels like being stuck in the middle
of a great storm with the Sun circling around me.
Before my eyes are flashes of light

But I also like how you handled it. So many options in choosing construction of a poem. It is a challenge, but you did it well.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago

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1 Year Ago

I appreciate hearing from you, Winston Barrett. I respect your work.
That's an idea, although.. read more

1 Year Ago

Oh, sure. I was just tossing around an idea I noticed. Didn't mean it as a recommendation.
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1 Year Ago

No, I appreciate it. I just like it as is.

Chris Shaw

You had a glimpse of light and then it was gone. That glimpse can be the start of a journey when you have been in a black tunnel of depression for a long time. Meaningful write my friend.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago

1 Year Ago

Lovely to hear from you, Chris. Your visit is so very appreciated.

Wesley Dingler

This is a great testament (to me, at least) of a person that's in and out of depression (the storm). I know something about that world. And you put it into wonderful words here.

-wes