PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I know that the winds blow harshly,
sheer gails that rip at trees
and throw them from their roots.
A fire that burns fast
and hastens to destroy
that which is dear to you.

I know that words do hurt,
like cruel arrows shafted
straight into your heart,
and betrayal breaks
whatever else you hold.

But storm clouds come
with healing rain
as thunderclaps resound -
“The pain, the pain
may drive you away
but remember
the lost can be found.”