Welcoming Inner Peace

When There is a Storm Within

“Isn’t it odd. We can only see our outsides, but nearly everything happens on the inside.” — Charlie Mackesy

I watch out of my window. Thick, silver snow paints the scene. I gaze at the glitter surface as it's slowly becoming ordinary grey slush on the ground. And, the rain continues to fall softly, sounding like ten thousand tiny fingers gently tapping at the glass.

The sky is darker than yesterday.
Grey clouds crowd my mind begging for a kind relief.
But no sun, no moon. My mood is turned grey,
my indifference holds me at bay.

I have no doubt. A storm is brewing.
In the room, I’m not alone.
It’s me and my heavy thoughts.
The rain is humming a muted tune and
the air soothes my nerves with its icy peppermint swirls.

In my head, I’m not alone. There’s me and my heavy thoughts.
They might like it in here; but I can’t bear them to stay anymore.
I know, I can’t hide. 
What’s inside of me is impossible to shut out.

I listen to the rain sounding like tiny fists banging on my window. I hesitate for a moment, as the soft snow surrenders... only to become dirty slush.

Suddenly the sky smiles and from stillness I watch the sun rise. Its rays warm my heart painting it with a pink hue that’s capable of chasing away even the darkest of blues.

Feel free to comment, I'd love to read your thoughts and thanks for reading,

Jud✨