2:22 AM
Dancing in the Downpour
The bones are tired,
but the will is strong -
unbending like the mountain
who stood witness to millions of sunrises
promised to a wuthering sky.
Lightning cracks,
but rain smooths away the damage,
a refreshing dip into the tears of angels.
Oh, how I love the rain!
To feel alive beneath its fall
is a gift toward my rise -
ascension of an indomitable will
born of wars fought in darkness,
only now just seeing the beauty
of the sinking suns.
Night beckons sleep,
but dreams beckon curiosity -
the creative soul
of one whose tired bones
have found joy dancing
in the downpour.
About the Creator
Amanda Starks
Lover of the dark, fantastical, and heart-wrenching. Fantasy writer, poet, and hopefully soon-to-be novelist who wants to create safe spaces to talk about mental health. Subscribe to my free newsletter at www.amandastarks.com for updates!
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Comments (1)
I LOVE IT