Ever since I was a little girl, I have never been a huge fan of storms, especially thunder and lightning storms because they have always scared me. I still remember my parents would tell me how far away the thunder and lightning is by making us count. If it was further away, the higher I would be able to count. I still do not always like storms (especially if I am right in the midst of one), but I have come to tolerate them slightly more these days. Why am I talking about storms? And I know tons of people who like (as well as love) storms. What is there to not like about storms?
I will tell you why. Storms, in a sense, are like a symbol for life. No storm is perfect and beautiful, right? Sure, the end results are gorgeous and stunning, but during the storm it may not always look that way. Rain, snow, thunder, lightning, and whatever else you consider to be as a part of the storm do not look the prettiest. Sometimes people like standing in the rain, getting wet and I get that (I really do), but there is something amazing about when we can see the rain (and other parts of the storm from afar). I do not know about other people, but sometimes when a storm comes (literally or hypothetically), all I want to do is cuddle up with a good book or TV and let it pass. Sometimes it gets me into a bad mood and sometimes it gets me into a reflective mood. I guess that it all just depends on the storm because it could vary and sometimes drastically.
So I am going back to storms and what they represent. Storms in addition to representing life, also represent imperfections and flaws. There is this quote that I think sums this all up perfectly (no pun intended). “I’m beautifully broken, perfectly imperfect, beautiful in my flaws. All together, I am a beautiful disaster.” I have always wanted to figure out who wrote this quote because it has seriously become one of my favorite quotes. This is totally coincidental, but in Demi’s book (in her June 28th entry) she says that “If you don’t love yourself for your flaws and imperfections, you can’t expect anyone else to either.” And I think that ties in perfectly with this theme of flaws and imperfections.
All in all, this has come to be a slightly longer post than what I originally intended, but I think this is an important discussion to have. Storms are amazing things because they teach us so much and mostly they teach us about ourselves. There is a little backstory to this poem that I am sharing in this post, but I will not get too much into detail about it because I want people to enjoy the poem. Just a side note that the title of the poem changed from “Beautiful Disaster” to “Against The Storm.” My hope is that people get this poem from a symbolic point of view. So, this goes out to all of my readers as a reminder that nothing is perfect and it is okay to go through life with constant storms. We all have flaws and imperfections and you know what? That is just fine and we are better that way. So happy reading!! P.S. Just a note that I decided to add another poem (it is an older one I wrote a while back ago) because I wanted to show two different moods. One is a bit a calmer and the other is a bit on the chaotic angry side.
Against The Storm
Darling, you are like a beautiful disaster.
You go on full speed ahead like a tornado.
You are not like the decay
That rots away. You have this glow
To you that never truly goes away.
I wish you would know
Your true potential. You have a magical sway
That has everybody under a trance.
You make us all want to stay.
You and I are in this endless dance
When neither one of us is willing to cave in.
I am willing to give this a chance
Only if you are ready for this dark ink
To settle in. It is starting to become permanent.
You are suddenly becoming too hard to ignore.
Baby, you could never become nonexistent.
I will remember you for a long time, even
After you blow on through. This is no stunt
To keep you around. Chasing and making me run
After you is useless. I know that you will
Not be coming back and then the sun
Will be gone. I could never get my full fill
Of you even if I tried. I am drawn to you.
Even when you will spill
Over I will try to catch you. I cannot undo
This hold you have over me. That I cannot
Change, but I do have the power to spew
The truth because it is all I got
When it comes down to us. You want to be free.
I know that you are afraid of this tangled knot
That has become apart of you and me.
You never wanted to stay long or linger.
You always wanted to flee
And run away. I do not know what is to come after
You, but I do not want to figure that out yet.
I am not done exploring you and finding the answer.
One thing I know is that I am never going to bet
Against you and the storm ever again.
I know there some reason why you and I met.
Nothing is ever a perfect score or a ten.
Nothing is ever set in stone with a pen.
Like a Storm
You are going to wish you had
A warning or at least a map
Because I am unpredictable.
I could come in and turn
Everything upside down.
I could just blow right on
Thorough this town.
I am danger without the warning.
I am the storm with
The wind howling
And everybody running
For cover. I am the chaos during
The storm. I am the reason why
You want to change states
And change names so I do not
Find you. You cannot escape me.
You will not escape from me.
I got the fire burning behind my
Eyes. The storm is coming.
The hurricane is coming right
Through my finger tips.
I cannot be tamed. I cannot be
Wished away. I will keep on
Coming back to you, wherever
You are. I am going to keep
You running and hiding.
You are going to constantly
Be looking over your shoulder.
You will not know where I might
End up going. You always said
I was a beautiful mess.
Someone who leaves your
Head spinning and leaves
You a little loopy. Someone who
Keeps you on the edge.
Now I am the ugly type of mess.
I am leaving a trail behind
So you know who I am.
I am leaving my mark on
You and everything that
You love. I am a storm
That everybody hears and
Knows about. You will never
Know what hit you. You will not
Recover before I hit you again.
I am a storm just
Waiting to happen.
