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Storm Before the Calm

Finding comfort after the storm.

By Sue McGaugheyPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Storm Before the Calm
Photo by Ani Kolleshi on Unsplash

My brain is burning like a flame that starts a wildfire; burning out of control until my whole world is ablaze.

One thought prompts many as I reach for comfort that I so desire.

Life feels like I’m walking through a gray haze.

I place myself in solitude closing my eyes, taking deep breaths in and out repeatedly until all I can hear is the sound of my breath, rhythmically and intentionally removing the built up stress, removing all darkness it may find.

My fire slowly starts to reach containment as my rhythmic breaths bring clouds of water overhead gently caressing my mind, soothing the negative thoughts in my head.

Somehow I know when I find my comfort it will overtake my feelings of dread.

I find my pillow and lay down my head as if a cloud of cotton is holding my brain, waiting patiently for all anxiety to drain.

My thoughts drift and I’m soon dancing effortlessly in the rain, still breathing rhythmically as the stress starts to melt away and the calm begins to creep in and stay.

Soon the rain has helped my body drain all of my stress, anxiety and fears; I scan my body from my feet to my ears.

The rain is stopping. As the sun comes out a rainbow appears and I absorb the comforting shine of the sun’s rays upon my face. I feel the warmth running through my veins. Soon the storm will leave without a trace.

As my eyes slowly open I wiggle my fingers and toes, Ive now forgotten what upset me, prompting me to seek comfort and calm. The storm is ending, my mind knows.

My breath starts to slow as the warm air makes its way into my nose, exhaling through my mouth with an easy flow.

My eyes open, my mind is calm, the comfort I sought was within me all along.

Written by: Sue McGaughey

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About the Creator

Sue McGaughey

I worked 25 years in special education primarily doing behavior management. Writing has always been my passion. As a child I started writing to express my feelings. I had my first poem published when i was 12 yrs old.

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  • Irene Mielke3 years ago

    This was a wonderful writing piece. I really enjoyed reading it!

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