In The Midst Of The Tempest Poem by Bonics Bachinela

To pace requires resilience
gracefully undulated with the tempest
accorded to one's self, religious
to overcome life's test.

With smiles, faces the haught,
which arbitrarily spearing on with smears.
To pains and presses, stands pliant,
In hell, confronting the captain, let one be spared.

From salvage, recovered, and be worth full,
reeled back to what's priceless
to dignity, yet betrayed, but faithful,
to determination, well-concocted, no less.

Though adversities oozed tears of agony,
as the Hades instigated insurgency,
the vultures may devour in conspicuum;
but, always, angels guide, a continuum.

Even the fiddler's melody
enticing into a lair,
caged by strangling minstrels.
One, to kiss and dance, dare;
But, reminded of purposive plight, a legacy.

The goal set, yet, visualized
but hampered and fringed;
and, you are triggered to reboot
to pave and be afar from loot,

but cares are pressing you down,
for smiles to frown,
to success, a difficult conquest,
to be shunned, like a few of the rest,
to be fooled,
as the others to others, cajoled.
When privacy is invaded,
and self-privation, violated and humiliated,
still, to what's right,
keep it as associate,
in the MIDST OF THE TEMPEST.