...BREWING STORM...

Slowly coming fresh reality

Slowly dawning filled with hoping

Hope

Cutting across

Like a two-edged sword

The large landscape of my heart

A wide spectacle

A showy parade

Or a decaying fragment pinnacle

Of long lost dreams telling a tale

Will I make it through

To see the end of this whole struggle

Lord, I am still hopeful

Yes hopefully still, but very tired and feeble

Languishing in a pain of loneliness

Downcast like a woman suffering from barrenness

Heart seeking a way out

Touching the cardinals, from North to South

May this storm subside

So I can see the open way through and gain my pride

Filled like a dumped yard

This is the way I have been

Many times thrashed

And forced out rejected like an hopeless man seeking entry

Slowly dawning

A new day approaching

Hope the day I will be well gifted has come

To catch hold of and put an end to this brewing storm


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