Poetic Mondays: The Darker, Greater Storm
Here we begin, another week and a new poem that comes with it. This poem was sent by a new writer under the pen name F. E. Hope you enjoy it!
The darkened waves come crashing down,
And under I am crushed.
The sound they make gives a feeling
That seems so very void.
I hear the laughter at some good joke,
But feel so far gone.
Yet, deep inside me I feel a strength
From the trenches of my soul.
The darkened waves come crashing down,
But this time I am not crushed,
And in the distance I hear a thunder,
Yet do not feel void at all.
Now a warm, strong feeling
Goes from my legs
All the way up
To my core.
There it nests
And turns me into
Someone I do not loathe.
But, oh, alas!
I may at last feel hope
That all my falls
Have never been for naught!
The darkened waves come crashing down,
But so does my resolve,
And maybe even one day close
It is I who will be the storm.
by F. E.
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