Am dreamin'
The long hard winter
Of my soul
Is slowly
Ending.
Having survived
Those long terror filled nights
Of my turbulent past
That replayed
Before me
In crystal clarity.
As the first
Tender shoots
Of hope
Start to push through
My soul's frozen soil.
Knowing
There will be times
Which
I'll find myself
In the blackest
Of weather.
But
The worse has
Past.
Since
The last killer storm
Had blown across
My soul
Five years ago.
During
The holiday season
Of 2010-11.
As I reach out
To the emerging Sun
Bathing
In its warmth
And light.
Content
In the moment
Real change is
Slowly
Occurring.
Therisa © 2016
Am dreamin'
The long hard winter
Of my soul
Is slowly
Ending.
Having survived
Those long terror filled nights
Of my turbulent past
That replayed
Before me
In crystal clarity.
As the first
Tender shoots
Of hope
Start to push through
My soul's frozen soil.
Knowing
There will be times
Which
I'll find myself
In the blackest
Of weather.
But
The worse has
Past.
Since
The last killer storm
Had blown across
My soul
Five years ago.
During
The holiday season
Of 2010-11.
As I reach out
To the emerging Sun
Bathing
In its warmth
And light.
Content
In the moment
Real change is
Slowly
Occurring.
1 comment:
This is a very beautiful poem, Therisa. I love the hopefulness. I, too, hope the harsh winter is over, that real change is slowly occurring - for you, for all of us, and for the planet.
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