Chaos

My first poem ever - 4 years old

Often I find myself tossing and turning
struggling with invisible battles
battles no one sees, but everybody senses
thoughts are rolling like waves
on the coast of my sanity
slowly but surely devouring
the last stronghold in my head

The inexorable calling of the waves
through the window of my mind-cell
awakens my soul, shakes me to my very core
for in that call, I hear the slow decay of time
the inevitable moment,
to which we all are rushing
faster and faster until all we can do is let go

Chaining my mind to force the spark of divinity
but finding that thoughts are free and, when unchained,
as devastating as rushing hurricanes
causing disturbed waters
to overcome my dykes
and lay waste to anything in their way
chaos rules my mind

Horrified, I watch my thoughts twisting and turning
uncontrollable, yet awe striking
standing in the aftermath of great calamity
I recognize
the massive force behind any thought
am humbled by the attempt to rein such forces

Are we merely slaves to our thoughts?
Vessels controlled by breaking waves
eating away our sanity until we die
or do we choose to give in to chaos
to find meaning?
Because cosmos breeds chaos
but chaos breeds purpose

Orderly rows of fields blooming with flowers
may rule a mind
but the sea is tireless,
relentlessly undermining defences
breaking through like a burst of fresh air
once again turning order into chaos -
fields into a wasteland

fierce mountain peaks will reach for stormy skies
where once rolling hills had their place
the soft sound of running water
replaced by roaring waterfalls
Mighty pine trees dominating flat plains
brutality in dark woods expressed
But most importantly and best of all
the howling winds from west

Thunderstorms rolling in from north
savage rainfalls fall from above
Lightning bolts tear the sky black as night
illuminating ’til it’s white
Splitting trees, but with it’s sound
it roars so loud it shakes the ground

As night falls the frost sets in
going right through bone and skin
Icy crystals falling fast
erasing every trace of past
Smelts away before the dawn
the world, from chaos, is reborn