Tempest

The storm brewed within him for years
Gradually building in strength and ferocity
Deep in the jails of his mind, the confined parts
A rage, an inevitable liberation? Yes - a maturation
One wrought of elements and moulded by time
The vortex swirled and swirled, aflame
All that was false and pretence compacted into a singularity
Cast off into nothingness, the oblivion of the past
And in its place came trumpeting a primordial light
From the upheaving tempest came forth his soul
Prised from the veiled abyss of a dead self
And with it, a new kingdom, a reign of light
Such that he, at last, was now truly sovereign of himself

M.M. — 30-Dec-2014