When storms rage and winds whip,
Is it OK to sing?
A choking song of last rememberance,
To prove you still exist.
That beneath the rubble of ones troubles
there is a heart, a soul.
Not just a song within the coal of self inflicted fortune,
but a life.
What wonder must occur when ones song can clutch such evil, and embrace it?
Would this old and time-fouled chase cease in it's rhythm and instead become a gift?
Is it wrong to try?
To wonder if one could be so bold,
as to sing fires to warm the cold?
Thanks so much for reading!! I kinda wrote this on the fly and I'm not too sure about it. I'd love to hear what you think! Thanks again for reading :D. Until next time!
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Whispers of the Mind
PoetryWords have power. I learnt that from an early age. I love that you can bring people to other worlds and take them for a tour, create a whole universe in peoples minds, or give a special kind of hope and friendship to them. I love to welcome peopl...
