…I am now found

Awakening from a dream, I find myself within these walls
unfamiliar walls of dark wood
a window facing a vast ocean the only source of light
against a rocky shoreline
waves are returning over and over, the salty air is thick with mist
a cool breeze circles and the sound of rain, a constant
tap
tap
tapping
I am wandering aimless lost and purposeless
through endless empty rooms
loneliness overwhelms me, this is a feeling that I know well
the rain is now heavy, echoing through the halls
a bolt of lightning splits the sky
illuminating the darkness my silhouette
softly bathed in the light beckons me into the night
unable to resist
I find myself enveloped by the storm
sibilant whispers, incomprehensible, surround me
yet still my soul feels a connection
I hear the rhythmic sound
of waves crashing against the shore
a wild wind howling into the night
I become as one with the storm
unafraid and no longer alone
my silhouette and I
tearing through empty rooms
the storm keeping time with us, a wild chaotic dance
surrounded by an otherworldly light
lightning flashes, brief and intense
room after empty room, the walls fall away
in their place, a vast open space
I am now a child of the storm, born of the wind and the rain
made of the mist and the lightning
and thunder is my voice
my every movement reflecting chaos and rage
embracing the night with fear and fascination
I am drawn to the storm as she begins to calm
the lightning fades
the rain softens to a gentle patter
a melodic song, at odds with the chaos and disorder
that has always been mine, my movements slow now
I feel a surge of longing, of passion and of pain
a song resonates from deep inside of me
it calls to me as I am drifting
drifting through twisted trees their branches reaching
into the cover of night
I am moving further away away from the storm
but I am still not free, my destination unknown
a glimmer of light flickers as I move deeper into the trees
my naked feet sinking in soft damp earth
the perfumes of night are heavy here
a symphony of darkness runs through my veins
matching the rhythm of my heart
suddenly I am standing alone dressed in a cloak of midnight
and as if by some unseen force, I am drawn again to the shadows
I fear I am lost in the chaos again, in the wild dance of the storm
but the night is filled with secrets, alive and calling to me
becoming one with the darkness, I am suddenly home
the chaos fading with the night into the soft light of dawn
I find myself once more within familiar walls
of my once-empty rooms, now no longer empty
where I am no longer me
the me that drifted aimlessly through these empty rooms
these rooms now filled with memories
filled with the secrets of darkness
free from the solitude that once drowned me
free from the prison of my mind
alive and wild, I am chaos unleashed
the memory of the storm lingers upon my skin
and whispers in my soul
the walls of my empty rooms
come alive with the colours and the feelings
that reflect my freedom
the darkness that once consumed me, is now my muse
passion burns brighter than the storm
my art a reflection of my chaos, a tribute to the night
my pen and my brushes now extensions of my soul
I create with bold strokes and subtle undertones
chaos was my pathway to me
once lost I am now found, made anew
ever at peace and ever free to be me
© Ann Bagnall