When Things Go Wrong

I wonder, "Is this the destruction the wind of righteousness did?"

And then, the tempest of emotions swipes away my senses,

And I am trapped in a gloomy whirlpool of resentment and guilt, 

All attempts to come out of this quagmire go in vain, 

And I rest for a while, tired of this eddied existence, 

I contemplate the inevitability of everything wrong, 

And realize the worthiness of being right, 

And do away with resentment and guilt, 

Finally, emerging, though gradually, 

As storms do not last forever, 

Though they change everything, 

But what does not change is one's righteousness. 

And I feel elated the way I survived the devastating tornado, 

But never lost my righteousness in the process.