365 Days of Poetry (Part Five)

Day 212: Through the Rain.

Through the bitterness of rain clouds.
There often comes a storm so great.
That no matter what we try to do.
No hope will rise, above such hate.

Such a world may tighten its grip.
Never to release us from its vice.
Its aim, to speak through our very minds.
Convincing us, of pierced words of ice.