Sweep the scattered memories,
into piles of grief, shimmering
in fury, boiling rage released;
as the ripple gathers, paint the

moments clear, watch the future
rise, erupt in new born fears. So,
the days are rendered, fresh paint
brought to bear, park regrets and

leave them, surrendering all care.
As the shadow lightens, swarm
of hope reveals; crow your triumph
loudly – time will always heal.


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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