Turbulence of the Truth

It is two different places,

Where and where not the wind chooses to blow

My island, sheltered from an ocean exposed

A place that knew no rain,

With sandy shores to protect from any pain

And stars that shine,

So beautiful, holy and divine,

Ashes of summer sun in a bluebird sky

It was on such a day the storm rolled in

The untouchable island the choice of the wind

Suffocated by the blackened cloud as it seeped around,

Corrupting silence once profound

First came the mist,

The droplets as potent as acid’s kiss

Then were winds,

Brushing the pain against my skin

For within the space of a minute,

This perfect world found poison in it

But only against the sacred sky, my naive eye,

Was the hardship so infinite

It was the center of the storm

Where the chaos found control

And I could see this piece of true beauty;

As part of the storm, now within me

In an ocean of deathly depths,

This evil became an angel’s breath

A holy sunbeam to a clouded mind that never leaves,

So bright, it shone the light despite the wind that had left

Guiding no matter the distance to the island, near or far,

A constant reminder that every hidden heart, has hidden scars