Thunderstorm Poem by Arti Chopra

The storm brewing in my heart
blows with a ferocity apart,
The winds of doubt blow
the leaves of my belief away,
and leave my house of values
roofless and bare to the world,
dark clouds of despair,
jostle with the lightning of painful memories
vying with each other to brutalise
mother earth and deface her
suddenly the heavens open
and droplets of a small ray of hope
spatter across my blinded eyes.
the thundering sounds of negativity
sound powerfully In the skies of hope,
again and again,
not succeeding in making me cower
before its power,
the downpour of hope changes
to a flood of conviction as I realise
that I can overcome this storm
the powerful winds of strife and doubt
continue to buffet my weary body
but I brave myself against
the pillars of my house
the storm suddenly loses strength
and the raindrops quench my thirsty soul
parched for a few drops of reassurance,
I lift my face triumphantly
to the dying breeze of self doubt
and smilingly I realise
the sounds of thunder too have subsided.
peace reigns once again....
and mother nature
smiles
refreshed and calm...