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Tidal Waves of Emotion

Poem. Content Warning. There's always hope.

By Paul StewartPublished 3 years ago • 2 min read

tidal waves of emotion

roll towards and through me

I give into them

those powerful waves

as they

Drench me, throw me backwards

I let them take over

become me

become

the sadness

that hides inside, coming out to rear its ugly head when I'm weak

a hushed silence follows

and then nothing

the anger

that hides inside, coming out to rear its ugly head when I'm weak

a shout to the void follows

and then nothing

still breathing, still got hope

a chance to dream of something better

(But never give in to them, never give them too much)

calm always follows the storm, eventually

Then there's a brief reprieve

*

waves of emotion

like the waves of ocean rage

reaching dizzy heights

before crashing

Down over land

drenching all and assimilating everything

including me, until I'm soaked through

when fabric and skin are almost symbiotic

everything is stormy and treacherous

with a gentle lull, gentle defeat

I remain motionless

just like my heeart, soul and mind

everything is regret and guilt

with a gentle lull, gentle retreat

Inwards

still breathing, still got a chance

a chance to imagine something better

(But never give up on redemption and freedom)

calm always follows the storm eventually

With the hope of relief

*

All-consuming emotions

Drown me

when I let them

open the storm doors

hard to differentiate

between

the internal and external

coating me like the black tar stain of guilt, shadowing me like the black cloak of regret

the coldness and wetness

sticks to everything like the errs of yesterday

but tomorrow awaits, and it's refresh

as I try to see clearly

try to see the warm light

as the waves

the waves still flow

still breathing, still got hope

(But never give up the fight to stay on the surface)

calm always follows the storm eventually

and...hope?

*

Powerful waves of emotion

each carrying

different meaning and effect

destructive emotions

Drench and enrobe me

some - maddening joy

that soars too high, lifting me

to dizzy, bright heights of ecstasy

that make me believe in me

others - sadness magnified

that dives too low, holding me

in deep, depressive states of anxiety

that make me distrust even me

all-consuming emotions

leave me numb

silently numb

if only until they pass

(But never give up)

calm always follows the storm eventually

and then peace?

if only for a moment, only for a beat

*

Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: I realise this is very similar in tone to others recently. Needing to purge. I am in an okayish place right now, though, just to be clear.

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Paul Stewart

Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.

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    Written by Paul Stewart