I was once like a fierce storm

Blowing, furious, and feisty 

I once believed that was the norm

To scare away my enemies.

They fled to the nearest shelters in pure appall

I felt strong, protected, powerful 

I regret to say I enjoyed the terror on their faces 

But there is pride before a fall.

My winds weakened 

My thunder ceased to frighten 

My lightning faded.

My enemies laughed and scoffed 

They hurt me when I was weak

I soon became a laughingstock 

Both friend and foe turned against me 

I started to keep my feelings under key and lock.

I was all alone

My conscience weighed on me like a heavy rock

Feeling forlorn 

I isolated myself from the world

“They hurt me, so I need to stay away,” is what I thought

I wallowed in despair.

The error of my ways started to become clear like a light 

I did this to myself and I need to fix it, I thought 

I soon realized that there was no need to fight 

While trying to destroy my enemies 

I destroyed myself.

The light started to shine on my path

My storm clouds evaporated 

I stored away my blast of lightning and my peal of thunder 

I built myself a fire for my cold and hungry, soul

“Maybe the world isn’t such a bad place after all,” I thought.

I was once like a fierce storm 

Now I am like a mild zephyr.