Stolen Serenity or Given Super-Power

Still not sure which title I will use, the one above or the one below...but for a while now, I have been toying with the concept of "stolen serenity" but didn't want to write something depressing. So here is a rough draft of what I am trying to share. (And maybe it will become a poem some day.) It has been a long journey and my goal in sharing it is not to bring people down, but to show others how to stand back up after getting repeatedly knocked down in life.

"To Bivouac in the 'I' of the Storm"

I woke from a wild dream one morning and recognized something profound. The dream showed a crude interpretation of my early childhood trauma...but be rest assured that there was no distress in me as I witnessed this. What I did feel was my father's anger...and I realized that what he found maddening was simply my serenity as I napped. He was furious that I could be so serene while he had carried a raging storm in his head all his life. And in his anger, he stole my serenity feeling as though if he couldn't be at peace, then neither should I... nor anyone else for that matter.
But in doing so, he gave me a super power. One I had to work tirelessly for, but one I am quickly closing in on, one I am rapidly honing. The super power he unwittingly gave me is that I can now bivouac in the "I" of the storm. I can return to my center of peace and safety more quickly after a disturbance. I can provide myself with the needed warmth, comfort, and courage to face most anything. Since his action against me was so abhorrent, almost every tempest I have encountered and will encounter will be easier to endure.