Silent Storms
Free Verse
In the quiet corners of the mind,
where words dare not tread,
storms gather, unseen, unfelt,
a tumult in hushed whispers.
Eyes betray the calm,
a flicker of lightning,
behind a serene facade,
where thunder rolls, muted.
Tears fall like silent rain,
tracing paths down unmarked trails,
echoes of battles fought,
in the heart’s hidden recesses.
Breaths come and go,
waves crashing on an unseen shore,
each inhale a tempest,
each exhale a sigh of surrender.
Thoughts swirl in the maelstrom,
a cyclone of doubt and hope,
twisting and turning,
in a dance of silent fury.
Hands clench, unclench,
grasping at the intangible,
fists full of shadows,
and dreams slipping through fingers.
In the stillness of night,
when the world sleeps,
the storms rage on,
a symphony of silence.
Unheard screams,
and voiceless cries,
filling the void,
with their potent force.
Yet, in the eye of the storm,
a moment of clarity,
a heartbeat of peace,
before the tempest resumes.
Silent storms,
turbulence without sound,
waging their wars within,
leaving no trace,
but the echo of their presence.
This poem delves into the concept of silent internal struggles, depicting the invisible emotional and mental storms people endure. Through vivid imagery and metaphors, it illustrates the quiet yet intense turmoil within one’s mind and heart battles fought behind calm exteriors, tears shed without a sound, and thoughts swirling like a cyclone. It captures the essence of these unspoken, unseen struggles, emphasizing their potency and the brief moments of clarity amidst the chaos.
