A Path Through the Storm

By stevenbhow | Neurological Gibberish Poems | 28 Sep 2022

Leaden sky dumps the remains of
the passing typhoon. The head and body
of the dragon are gone, but it still whips its
tail.

Would the lashing rains scour the confusion
from my mind of these last few days if I stood
outside and let it wash me a new path?

No.

New paths will only arise from my own mind.
Only those that I chose to focus on and make real
have any value. Despite the power of storms and
imaginary dragons, only I can give a path meaning
in my life.

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stevenbhow

I'm a writer and a comedian, but my day job is teaching English in Japan.

Neurological Gibberish Poems

I've always considered myself more of a short story and novella writer, but lots of people seem to like my poetry as well. so I decided to start this blog to share some of the poems I've written and published since around 2005.

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