Someday the clouds will break.
Letting sunshine across the lands of
Violence and death.
Someday the earthquake will subside.
Peace will spread.
Love will be reborn.
Someday volcanoes will cease.
Leaving nature to bloom
In all of its glory.
And the birds will sing.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
