A Place Called Home

In the middle of this Insanity
In the middle of this rainstorm
I found my reality
I found a place called home.

Fallen uprooted trees
Lying like corpses on the Earth
Reflected my shattered beliefs
My innate helplessness and dearth

The furious flow of the air rapids
determined on shaking our elfin cores
Echoed my desires; now so vapid,
So vacuous and sore.

And the piercing claps of thunder
Quietened all the over-powering noise
Revealing the doubts I was hiding under
Faithless of my own choice.

Raindrops transfigured into bullet assaults
or worse; nuclear missiles cruelly hurled
washing away all my merits, all my faults
Stabbing me and my make-believe world

But as I stood there in the Middle
Untreated, Unprocessed, Raw
somehow I found the answer to every riddle
the less I understood, the clearer I saw

In the middle of this Insanity
In the middle of this rainstorm
I found my reality
I found a place called home.
(Featured Picture Courtesy:  Tumblr)

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