The Storm

A poetic expression

Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash

I obtain just one ray of hope

It lasts for a few hours

Taking away my hope of having things easy for awhile

But bringing back memories

Of the Hell that is my life

Things finally start looking up

I become happy and confident

Only to have it turn into

A black and churning storm

Which destroys all that is good in its path

The storm ends

The damage gets repaired

A period of comfort sets in

Only soon to be destroyed again

This is the viscious cycle better known as live

Some people’s problems may be bigger than others

Bit it’s all the same

The storm comes and goes

Things get repaired

Only to be broken again.