Silent Pain, Screaming

Turbulence in my chamber,
Seething cauldron,
Standing amidst a crashing sea,
The waves beat vehemently.

Thoughts are running riot,
A howling storm is trying to pull apart,
Walking on a pathway fraught with briers and nettles,
Wading through troubled waters.

Above is calm and serene,
Below is dark and murky,
Saddled with uninvited guests,
My home is in a torpid state.

Dawn harbingers recalcitrant storms,
The day is a walk through a clouded path,
It’s a ceaseless tussle,
A worn and weary traveller.

It's a sea of unanswered questions,
It's a search into the sacred book,
It’s a dive into unexplored depths,
It’s a tenacious hold on to hope.