Heart-Storm

seven deadly sins to virtues series: part 6

Apr 21, 2026

For a while now I’ve been wanting to dive into the seven deadly sins. I’ve always been drawn to the way sin can turn into virtue and that’s what I’ve mirrored in this series. I have left the sin and virtue out in hopes that the writing will speak for itself and give it away. I hope you enjoy this series as much as I’ve enjoyed researching and creating it. I can already see other ways to expand and perhaps in the future I will! Happy reading!

I sit in a trance, the world swirling around me, a tornado surrounding my home. I’m safe, but the landscape crumbles under the weight of my projection. I walk through every room, every memory that needs to be left behind, a fire burning inside my chest at the thought.

Is it me causing the storm outside? Am I the one to blame for the lightning striking against the sky, the roar of thunder shaking my bones? Why isn’t this house falling down as the wind barrels against it? How can it possibly withstand the pressure?

Surely, one can see the vacuum of thoughts protruding from my skull, spiraling upwards, the pain aching to be released, searching for a home, no where to go, no safe place to be. So it self-destructs.

A dragon swoops through the clouds, red and fiery and mean. He sees my heart. He wants it. It’s a hidden treasure trove of every negative emotion, every misguided wish, everything I can’t let go. Heavy, burdening, swallowing me whole.

His wings thrust more air into the storm, the house rattling, groaning under the combined effort to knock down these walls. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on. My hand presses into the wall for support, my head dizzy, unable to hear anything over the growling of the creature above, the rain pounding the glass.

It’s getting even louder still, my hands claw at the house for support, trying to teleport through the walls, to a time where this storm didn’t exist, a time when it was quiet, when peace felt given, when leaving was never a thought. When I didn’t have to let go of something I had always dreamed to have.

The rain turns to hail, battering the glass and the windows burst, the strength of the storm becoming too much to bear. I slip through the wall, and for a moment, it’s calm. The birds are singing outside, the sun shimmers on dust motes in the air, and I dance through them. Weight is lifted off my chest. I am light, airy, carefree. I realize where I am, and I look around with tears in my eyes, knowing I can’t stay in this time, it can only exist as a memory.

I walk through the rooms with no storm to distract me, no dragon coveting the darkest parts of my soul. I commit each piece of molding to memory, every knick on the wall, every sound, smell, feeling. No matter how fleeting it was, or how impactful, I collect it all, storing it in the treasure keep that is my heart, now filled with joy.

Happiness overflows, memories imprinting into my skin, a home for them, where they will never be chased away. In this eye, the peace surrounds me, reminding me that home is a feeling, not a place, it’s something that will walk beside me forever, in every reality, unshakable. The grief gets pushed away, love and mercy replacing the darkened corners, the ones that became too heavy to carry, the ones that started this storm.

I take once last look around and lean my back to the wall, it molds around me in a hug, bringing me back to the present. I brace for the storm, but there is none, and I am not in the same place when I left. I am somewhere new, and yet, it is home, and it is peaceful. It has waited for me to be ready, and together, we thrive.