I am Tempest

I think the finest moment of clarity, when I manage to hold onto it, is the moment after I wake up, and before I convince myself of who I am.

I am Tempest,
Surpassing doubts and sadness,
Impacted worries metastasizing madness,
Thoughts bound to grounding gladness
Of the smell of coming storms.

I am Tempest,
A vast empathic passion,
A child built for action,
A journeyer with traction
To the rhythm of the beat.

I am Tempest,
Before I am the failings,
The stale remarks unmentioned
The lovely daydreams tearing,
Illusions of guilt unquestioned.

I am Tempest,
As I am a giant before my fallacies,
Devoid of many malice's
Taught my generation.
An aggravated assimilation, of things
That I was not.

I am Tempest,
Best suited to the sudden,
Passionate moments, most forgotten,
Not a need for every notion,
In the foundation that I walk from.

I am Tempest,
Behest the rest of jesters,
That they are Tempest too.

Author's Note

This one grabbed me while I woke up, then I mulled it a bit, let it settle, then after breakfast I wrote it down.
So, if this makes very little sense, I am willing to accept it on the basis of its rhythm alone;
Always, always, comment and speak your mind.
^_______^ (loves)

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"The lovely daydreams tearing,
Illusions of guilt unquestioned.

I am Tempest,
As I am a giant before my fallacies,"
Those lines stood out for me in this thought provoking poem...Well penned...:)

[David Aiello]

thank you very much! honestly, I don't even fully have an emotional understanding of all of these lines myself, so I will admit, these are some of the lines that I am contemplating more as well!
^_____^

[Sami Khalil]

No biggie...You are welcome...:)