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.