It’s always calm before every great storm
The wind blows ever so lightly
Everything seems at a halt, so peaceful
Yet nobody really knows
Within the gloomy clouds
There is a fury being formed
It is being accumulated into one of great magnitude
One that hasn’t been seen before
This is a different kind of storm
The clouds in this case are my thoughts
The fury is my passion
And the storm is not one of destruction
For you see this storm has been building within me
Ever since I have begun to win the battle
Against the unfortunate circumstances I face
I am almost ready to bestow the goodness I have to offer
I have been trapped in misery
Not being able to live with dignity
Everyday was a struggle
Everyday was a war
But now I can sit and reminisce
Look back at my battles with honor
For I never gave up
I somehow found a way to keep fighting
I now see the great things winning the battles led me to
I now appreciate life in a way that can’t be explained
I now learned to die
I now learned to live
But I am still not ready to unleash my storm
My storm of greatness and appreciation
The storm that rages in my heart
Will keep mounting up until it is time
One day the downpour will be unleashed
Till then the storm in my soul shall remain
Only I can feel the amount of good
That can come from so much pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem