Though you missed it
as you slept
your spirit was twisted
and no one wept
when the whirlwind swept
away the beauty your soul
like a tempest uncontrolled;

Subconsciously
you sobbed
feeling empty and robbed -- 
the only thing left behind
was a vague memory of joy
in your tortured mind;

Twisted
is your image of self,
morphed
into something else -- 
something worthless;

Twisted
is your sense of pride,
altered
into conceited shame
deep down inside;

Twisted 
is your vision of life,
transformed 
into images of death -- 
enthusiasm now bereft;

Twisted
is the good into bad,
the happy into sad,
and now
you are always mad --
never glad;

Twisted 
is your calm into stress,
you think life is a mess,
everything is a test,
you get no rest,
and now
you are always depressed;

Take some time
to unwind,

Elevate
and free your mind,

Reclaim the joy
once left behind,

Seek and ye shall find,

If you can see
you are not blind,

Open your eyes
and behold the prize
that openly lies
before you undisguised,

Unravel your rope,
cling to new hope,
and straighten things out

Eliminate doubt,
know what you're about,
embrace your own clout --

And by the way,
the next time you feel
the twister coming
wake up and don't sleep.