Beaten down in heavy turmoils
How is this story going to end
In glory or shame
Riches or poverty
Alone or surrounded by family
In god's grace or his anger
Loved or hated
Admired or feared
In love or embittered by regret
Pure of heart, or heart polluted by vices and deceptions of the eyes
Never seeing you again is the true heartbreak of the story
As the rest is written it seems as though it belongs to someone else
Either way the storms subside, the sun is out
Weights come off, wings fluctuate
Power seeps back from all the familiar places
Endless possibility, endless love to be had with all of its endless pleasure
But to what avail?
Really good poem...nice job...