Monday, 28 January 2013


A weary heart inside a broken soul,
Perpetual sorrow rarely given cure,
Revolving spheres of dismal expectations.

The sand beneath my feet
Crunching with each step
Deafening rantings I can barely control.

The floodgates are loosened,
Tears are rushing in,
Twin streaks of fiery pain,
Desperately seeking release off these emotional shackles.

And then,
A whiff of air blasts through,
Like an oracle predominantly displayed,
A rainbow amidst the storm.
Colors are beautifully merging,
Sounds are softly blending,
And stars are perfectly aligning,
A serene feeling descends.

My heart,
Be still.
Be still.


1 comment:

  1. This poem is SO reassuring. :)

    A personal chant of mine -
    My heart,
    Be still.
    Be still.