Stormy Soul

In the middle of the raging gale,
I stand defiant, firm and strong.
Though winds may howl and skies may pale,
Never stop marching, though paths feel wrong.
A stormy soul finds strength to fight,
A flicker grows into brilliant light.

In the middle of the shadowed gloom,
I search for stars through heavy skies.
Their faint glow pierces through the doom,
Never stop reaching where hope lies.
Each storm will fade, each cloud will part,
Leaving behind a resilient heart.

In the middle of the endless roar,
My thoughts converge like wild streams.
Each wave crashes upon the shore,
Never stop chasing those distant dreams.
The tempest bends but cannot break,
The soul that dares its course to take.

In the middle of the sky's embrace,
I see reflections of my pain.
Each drop mirrors the trials I face,
Never stop healing through the rain.
The storm becomes a soothing balm,
Restoring strength, bringing calm.

In the middle of the chaos' peak,
I feel a shift within my core.
A quiet voice begins to speak,
Never stop yearning for something more.
The storm transforms into a guide,
Revealing truths once locked inside.

In the middle of the storm-torn sea,
I find the courage to breathe again.
Through crashing waves, my spirit's free,
Never stop rising beyond the pain.
For every tempest serves its role,
To shape and steel a stormy soul.

In the middle of the wind's embrace,
I let the fury carve my name.
It shapes me through its harsh embrace,
Never stop dancing within the flame.
The storm's rhythm becomes my own,
A symphony of the unknown.

In the middle of the tempest's might,
I find a spark of quiet peace.
Its warmth defies the coldest night,
Never stop seeking the sweet release.
For storms are transient, passing through,
Leaving a sky of radiant blue.

In the middle of the fleeting storm,
I feel my soul begin to mend.
Each gust reshapes my very form,
Never stop believing in the end.
For even storms have lessons to teach,
Wisdom hidden in their reach.

In the middle of the restless night,
I stand unbroken, firm, and free.
The storm retreats, a fading sight,
Never stop dreaming of what could be.
The sky clears to reveal my goal,
A journey carved by a stormy soul.