A moment of eternal sun
fades as the clouds rear their head.
Light now dimmed, I drift in my thoughts,
waiting for the onslaught from the mocking lull of the waves.
The storm is upon me.
All I can see; all I can hear
is the weight of the words come crashing down.
Every bluster, blow and blast,
sees me falling further.
The chaos continues.
The raging storm throws its all.
Escape is not an option.
It will take no survivors.
Drained, disorientated, I am taunted by the voice
that is fuelled by my fall.
Waiting for defeat…
"No!" I cry. "The voice shall not win!"
A life of sheer misery
is but an endless prison sentence.
There is more to life than this,
every shadow needs some light.
The sinking ship shall stay afloat.
A lifetime of being trapped in darkness,
is obstructed by the prevailing flame of hope.
The whistling voice
that made every storm a tempest
now whimpers in my presence.
I am free from the suffocation.
The storm has passed.
Context of the poem: Earlier this year as I was approaching my Year 12 exams, I put an extreme amount of pressure on myself, so much so that I convinced myself I was incapable of passing the exams and became very stressed. I don't want to go into much detail, because this is difficult enough for me to write as it is and I don't like admitting that I struggle with the pressure that I put on myself. This is a VERY simplified account of what happened. Things became very difficult for my family and I and for a while, I was in what I perceived as my 'rock bottom.' With the right help and support, I was able to gradually get through my problems with stress and eventually go back to being my normal, dippy, happy self. That doesn't mean to say that everything is A-ok, but now a 'bad day' for me is not the end of the world and is more than manageable.