Running before the storm

Life's twists and turn's takes us places that some times would be better left untraveled, but there is always a way out, and hopefully on top...

Running before the storm,

  a phrase that brings to mind for some,

whaling ships of yesteryear,

   oilskins shimmering wet,

sails furled, hatches battened,

  ports safety just over the horizon,

For others, the minds eye,

  vividly recalls, nature,

hindering, harrasing, haraunging,

  it's beast's,

antelope on a frozen tundra,

  searching for a notch or niche,

shelter for the night,

  serengeties water buffalo,

black clouds billowing,

  lightening flashing, thunder pounding,

as the herd streams across the plain,

  Still others capture,

our nations arteries clogged and overflowing,

  what was sundays serene drive,

is today filled with panicked stricken faces,

  curses, swears, checklists,

of things  necessary but forgotten,

  all going the same direction,

to different places,

  away from the sea,

and the mayhem it creates...

 

  But for me, and I can only speak for me,

a mirror set before me,

  reflecting faces, history, places, happy, sad,

triumph, turmoil...

  you see, I am my onwn lifes storm,

its creator, feeding it ever so tenderly,

  nuturing, caring, caressing,

ensuring destruction whenever I touch down,

  running, forever running,

before the chaos of my own making,

  The quest...

the circle, the eye,

  tranquility, peace,

cliche's calm, ever fleeting,

  and again the wind ripps, and shreads,

tendrils of sanity, barely hanging on,

  for a man whose youth,

was not synonamous with suicide,

  unthinkable, not an option,

age, the years, cynacism's calloused tears,

  brings to light, why for some,

it can become the only option,

  blackest, deepest, darkest night,

not me, im running,

  running before the storm,

the eyes lucidity,

  beckoning me on,

the promise of much,

  their taste so sweet,

the secrets right before me,

  as I run on by,

STOP, open your's...

  Catch your lifes eye....