Tornado

I dreamed of tornadoes again last night. This is the second time I've had this dream but it was unique in its own way.  This time I had 8 people with me and I can only remember one face—Carey. We were all at a location and I see out the window four little tornadoes. Little or not I freak out. Tornadoes are unpredictable and I do not do well with not knowing. So we all flee on a bus of sorts and the tornadoes are chasing us. After a ways, the sky clears and all is good again. We stop at a second location only to be welcomed moments later by a massive tornado. There isn't time to flee on the bus so we seek shelter underground. I wake up.

The first time I had dreamed of tornadoes I had to look up the meaning due to my never ending curiosity. To see a tornado in your dream suggests that you are experiencing some extreme emotional outburst and temper tantrums. To see several tornadoes in your dream represent people around you who are prone to violent outburst and shifting mood swings. It may also symbolize a volatile situation or relationship. (source: www.dreammoods.com)

Now from time to time, I will have a little outburst but it takes a lot for me to explode. Although, I am a natural loud and at times an abrasive person, those who rarely know me, assume that I outburst on the regular. This is not the case I assure you. I hold in a lot and little by little become a ticking time bomb. I know this isn't healthy. When I remember to, I’ll vent to a dear friend or resort to my writings. The angrier I am the better writing I do.

Carey was the only face I knew in my dream as well as remember when I woke up. Carey is a very long, long story—7 years in fact. One day I will go into the depths and share this story but today is not that day. However, I will say that it has ended, even though temporarily. It’s an endless cycle between him and me. Again, one day I will thoroughly go into details about him.

Due to my temporary ending with Carey, I have been extremely emotional, not so many outburst however. I tried to end things between us as pleasantly as any goodbye could be. That only pissed him off thus leaving me even more of a wreck. I've gotten a bit better as time has slowly passed. It’s only been a month but feels like an eternity to me.  Thanks to him, my creative juices begin to flow again and a new poem was born. 

Zombie

Stephanie L. Willsey ©

You've lived in my heart for too long

You burst out, breaking my ribs

I've loved you since I met you

You're killing me now

You are the Great Puppeteer

Your words, your actions;

The rhythm of my heartbeat

Once myself--today a black void

Your hole to succumb from Life

Free me of you, I plead

Allow me what life I could have

Though I am weak and broken

My heart shall beat for no one again

I am but a corpse--no heart, no spirit

You've taken them from me

My pain is your glory; tears to dust

Wave my white flag; you've won

I can't take back what is yours,

Just give me back tomorrow

Any feedback rather positive or negative is greatly appreciated for my poem. It’s been a few years since I've written anything other than journal entries and now this blog.