the tempest of the shadow’s roar
thrashes around me
like never before.
each wave of unbearable ache
ravages my soul
like a violent quake.
our lives —
a bond divinely designed,
a tapestry woven,
intertwined.
threads of laughter
and of tears,
stitched together
through the years.
yet the savage shears
in careless hands
have ripped and shredded,
leaving only a strand.
his whispers
like a serpent’s hiss,
planting seeds of discord,
a treacherous kiss.
pitting mother ‘gainst daughter,
father ‘gainst son,
friend ‘gainst friend —
his vile pleasure knows
no merciful end.
he reveals in chaos
and fractured ties,
a cruel puppeteer
with bewitching lies.
still, in the abyss
of this evil design,
there is hope
that will outshine.
love is stronger,
and the light will mend,
revealing the truth
so this can end.
through those broken shards,
the light pours in,
a healing grace
that comforts within.
never give up,
oh weary friend —
the light will guide,
and hearts will mend.
remember those souls
who have walked these hallowed grounds;
their wisdom is our compass,
truly profound.
hand in hand,
we will shape a sacred space
where compassion thrives
and healing takes place.
through this passage
of brokenness,
we all find
our true wholeness.
winding, worthy —
this path we embrace,
through shadows of light,
love’s healing grace.
© 2025 Corvalya
Reflection
Storms do not always arrive as weather.
They rise in words, in wounds, in misunderstandings that harden the heart. They enter the spaces between us — families, friends, communities — testing the threads that bind us.
But the lesson is not in the breaking; it is in remembering that what connects us is older and stronger than what divides.
Beneath the noise of disagreement, there remains the quiet pulse of shared breath, shared grief, shared longing to be seen and loved.
When we choose to meet one another there — in that sacred middle ground — we begin to remember what the storm tried to make us forget: that we belong to one another.
That love is not opinion, and light is not a side. It is the center that holds when everything else falls apart.
I invite you to read the poem again.