Burnt orange skies slowly fill the morning’s light
While darkened clouds emit the scent of rain.
Calling in the distance are memories
Threatening to destroy all that could be.
Indigo faces appear, haunting me
With love that has gone with death’s final call.
Yet, this morning, I will not hear its voice;
Those days thundered for so long in my heart.
These moments are created for healing
And tenderness, welcomed with this soul’s love;
Ignoring echoes remains difficult
As hearing was the habit of my youth.
Forgiveness for mistakes not mine was hard;
I think I have found it from the day’s storm.
6:07PM
05-23-06
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This is a beautiful piece.. Sad, yet determination does pulse through it effectively.
i love the images that you've used, so simple yet skillfully woven. love the way you've compared that echoing emptiness of the heart to that of the arriving storm. love the expression of the last two stanzas.. they're so powerful, and the setting in the first two is brilliant.
a vivid, expressive write. well done here!! i'm glad i read this.
bless ya!
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Very heartfelt write my friend. We all have to learn to let go of the painful memories. It is hard sometimes because other painful memories come along and we have to deal with it all over again. Thank you for sharing. You take care, Sandy
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SO INSPIRING!!!!!
One can overcome the darkness of the storm if they keep their faith and hope alive withing their hearts. Wonderful write!
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I know exactly what you mean...
This is definitely something I can relate to from a personally traumatic childhood memory. I do see light at the end of the tunnel with this piece, though. Each day, the storm may grow a little thinner.
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This is a sad write, but also shows hope for a brighter more positive future. Well penned
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