I watched as hail raged from the skies,
burning in icy hate with vehement sighs,
Lost, so lost in the maze of trying to move forward
I think I now know what was the best
and how things would have been different if only I knew how to rest.
Oh my, life is such a tough test.I was enchanted by the ravage around me,
at the sight of bruised pride, broken bones and bloodied faces.
All peered at me with questioning eyes,
as I breathed in the hapless chill,
that which promised me a chance to redo things that went wrong,
proved that in dissolution lies salvation.I was freed from the shackles to which I was bound,
buried my life so far deep within the ground,
with the hail and storm my only guide,
I was reborn into this world again.~•~
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For the Dead and the Dying ✓
PoetryA collection of poetry on death, dying, healing from loss and bearing it throughout your life. Poems written for all those destined to die by one whose fate is just the same. *** Started: 1/01/2023 Ended: 29/07/2023