Poetry: Frustration Swirls

I’ve always been a lover of words. Whether through prose, essays, or storytelling, I’ve explored various forms of expression. However, it wasn’t until recently that I ventured into the world of poetry. It was a journey of self-discovery and artistic exploration, one that has brought me immense joy and inspiration.

Swirling Frustration

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Photo description: The image depicts a dramatic and surreal scene of a vast swirling sky and tumultuous sea. The sky is filled with thick, swirling clouds in shades of dark blue, grey, and white, resembling a turbulent storm. The sea below mirrors the chaos of the sky with large, powerful waves that seem to be in constant motion. In the center of the image, there is a small silhouette of a person standing alone, facing the overwhelming scene. The person appears insignificant compared to the grandeur of the natural elements surrounding them.

In shadowed hues, frustration lies,

A tempest under brooding skies.

With every turn, it twists and grows,

A river wild that ebbs and flows.

Its waters churn, relentless, deep,

Where whispered woes and sorrows seep.

In every heart, it finds a place,

A maze of walls, a frantic race.

It claws the soul, a beast unseen,

In silent screams, in dreams unclean.

A battle fought within the mind,

For peace, a prize, so hard to find.

Yet in this storm, a light appears,

A beacon bright that calms the fears.

For in each trial, strength is born,

In every tear, a hope is sworn.

So let frustration be the fire,

That burns to ash, yet lifts you higher.

And in its wake, may you find grace,

In life’s relentless, restless race.

In shadowed hues, frustration lies, A tempest under brooding skies. With every turn, it twists and grows, A river wild that ebbs and flows. Its waters churn, relentless, deep, Where whispered woes and sorrows seep. In every heart, it finds a place, A maze of walls, a frantic race. It claws the soul, a beast unseen, In silent screams, in dreams unclean. A battle fought within the mind, For peace, a prize, so hard to find. Yet in this storm, a light appears, A beacon bright that calms the fears. For in each trial, strength is born, In every tear, a hope is sworn. So let frustration be the fire, That burns to ash, yet lifts you higher. And in its wake, may you find grace, In life’s relentless, restless race.

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