Struck by the Storm and a log in my eye,
I am blinded and oblivious to the world around.
My eyes are shut closely with darkness surrounding by leaps and bounds.
I am confined to a corner petrified by fear,
I fear movement lest I would stumble down.
But the Storm did die leaving behind a dreadful silence.
Screaming at me a voice from within “Till how long?”,
“Till how long you will hide from life when you don’t know when the death would arrive?”
I was stubborn enough to not to answer,
But soon sun rays did knock my eyelids urging me to listen and care enough to answer and I had to.
I was struggling to open my eyes to let the light drive away the darkness of ignorance.
Log was gone but pain still reckoning, tears still rolling down leaving behind a burning trail.
But the struggle wasn’t futile for my eyes, they are seeking comfort in the light of enlightenment.
Storm did knock me down only to let the wind of new beginning blow.
Storm did break my branches only to let me sense the strength of my roots.
Storm did turn the dullness on with its grey hue only to let me understand the beauty of colours.
Storm did struck me down only to let me stand a new chance.