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A Stormy Home(body)

When windy days lead to windy thoughts

By Oneg In The ArcticPublished 2 months ago Updated 2 months ago 1 min read
A Stormy Home(body)
Photo by Paul Zoetemeijer on Unsplash

There’s a stillness in this house

Quiet radiates of walls in the softest sound waves

Outside the wind rages on

A reminder that I am not alone in my screaming


My therapist has been trying to convince me of screaming

For months she has challenged me on the outcome


She says, “it’ll ease the pressure”

I say, “how can I allow myself to take up space”


There is no question in my statement

For I am no wind

No force of nature

Not even a grain of sand upon this land that isn’t mine


I claim nothing

Want nothing


Worry, my pain will radiate towards the neighbors and cause them to worry

I know there is already too much chaos next door


I return to my thirteen year old thoughts of

“My pain is not big enough to count, others matter more”

I am nothing

I feel nothing


Airport runway lights blink bright red

The flight of my self-compassion has departed


I am not on the flight.

I have yet to buy my own ticket.


But hope whispers in my good ear,

“Tickets are half off tomorrow if you wish to try again”

By Sebastian Molina fotografía on Unsplash

I wrote this poem on a particularly windy day. The house was shaky and while the wind howled along with my thoughts, there was a sense of calm indoors. Maybe if was the trust in the walls to hold still enough to not collapse; both my inner emotional walls and those of the house. Weird.

This poem was also posted on my medium account under my pseudonym Poet in the Arctic.

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Oneg In The Arctic

A storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.

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  • JBaz16 days ago

    How does this not have more reads...incredibly written with such raw emotion. This line gabbed me and refuses to let go.' I say, “how can I allow myself to take up space” ~

  • L.C. Schäfer2 months ago

    "The flight of my self-compassion has departed" - best line ❤

  • "The Butterfly Effect" in poetic free form.

  • Celia in Underland2 months ago

    Intensely beautiful and the scream taking space is so relateable 🤍

  • JBaz2 months ago

    This was gorgeous and so powerful. Amazing what a storm can bring out in a person. Theses lines were perfect: For I am no wind No force of nature Not even a grain of sand upon this land that isn’t mine

  • Weird. I saw the word weird and was wondering which weird you're talking about. The weird weird or your weird. It has to be the weird weird. Lol. Your poem was so intense, poignant and emotional! Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️

  • Babs Iverson2 months ago

    Superbly written!!! Love this!°❤️❤️💕

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