Let the tumultuous storms pass,
And the sky sparkle with the sunbeam's glow,
Maybe then, my frangible heart of glass,
Will be rinsed off of pain and woe.
Let the tremors of the earthquake subside,
And the ground lay harmless and still,
Maybe then, I (with my shattered vanity and lacerated pride),
Can start reconstructing my ravaged castle.
Let the liquid fire of the volcano turn to stone,
And the poisonous fumes that can stifle even light, dissipate,
Maybe then, I (abandoned, unwanted and alone),
Will learn to love and hate hate.
Let the elements wage wars against me,
Let me learn something new from each battle,
Maybe these hazards and disasters truly are necessary,
To help us acknowledge our wrongs and prove our mettle.
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NEPENTHE
PoetryHi there! The word NEPENTHE means anything that induces forgetfulness of sorrow or pain. I, for one, believe that little things like smiles, my mother's comfort food and long walks are the best forms of nepenthe around. These poems celebrate the s...
