A Glimpse into My Journey

One step at a time.

The tumultuous storm


The old scars, they never healed.

Scratch, burn, tear, not a single yield.

You yanked out your sword and pierced us with your relentless words.

We thrusted our souls back, and you stabbed us with your heart of steel.


You protested about your lack of respect,

but did you ever ponder why we no longer connect?

Your heart-wrenching demands bore zero resemblance to your past self.

You lit the house on fire, leaving the debris for us to collect.


You brought tears to my eyes, but the tumultuous storm held them back.

6 comments on “The tumultuous storm

  1. Mabel Kwong
    December 9, 2016

    A rather dark and melancholic poem. Sometimes our ego – as you said “heart of steel” – gets in the way of love an showing care for another person. I like the last line about the tears and the storm. It speaks of someone who has been let down, but doesn’t shed a tear because of the need to see, stand tall and strong and move on. Sometimes that is the only way we can feel better and leave what has happened behind. Even if the ego-filled person realises something is amiss, we still have to move on because we know, they may stay the same.

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    • fluffysteps
      December 10, 2016

      Couldn’t have described it better! That’s exactly what I was thinking. You’re really good at deciphering poems and thoughts. 😉 I really appreciate your comment and for visiting. Also, I wrote this on a rainy night, so I felt the mood was appropriate. 😛

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  2. Zee
    December 11, 2016

    I can relate so much to old scars not healing, they keep reopening somehow over and over again no matter how much you try to bandage it. We can’t help but keep going back for more even though we knew it hurt us the first time around. But we are humans after all, there is certain kind of pleasure in that pain.

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    • fluffysteps
      December 12, 2016

      Glad you were able to relate! Yes, we are human and we are flawed. We were not born to be perfect. 🙂

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  3. Shivangi Wadhwa
    December 13, 2016

    Poem with deep insight and hidden meaning,smart work!
    Some scars never heal.Intensity of pain may wither over time but the open wound always reminds us of the cause of the injury,sad thing but a truth!

    Liked by 2 people

    • fluffysteps
      December 14, 2016

      Exactly my thoughts! Thank you for reading! Really appreciate the comment.


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