My old poems

In the midst of a stormy night, I see a flickering light
A staggering sight in the midst of a stormy night 
My tempestuous soul breathes finally 

in the cacophony of the gusty wind 
it stands, recluse in a stoic silence
to unobservant eyes
but i do see it, i do feel it 
i see it battling ,
I see my reflection, i feel liberated

it burns my cocoon, it frees my spirit
i see the world in its unmasked form
my spirit is whisked away by glories this world has to offer
but i stay enamored by this adversary i met on this stormy night

no matter how many journeys I set sail to
no matter how many seasons pass by
I shall return to this place
For this is what has defined me
this is where it all began.