Hope

Looking up and off.

Grey, swirly and twirly,

clouds, puffy and soft.

 

What is left of our souls, we pour out.

Broken, lacking and cracking.

Our minds left in doubt.

 

As the wind blows, who will hear our tears fall in the strom's cry?

Clear, talking and dropping.

Some days we just want to give up and fly.

 

But, what will the wind give to hear that tear?

Peace, serenity and identity.

So it holds us dear.

 

And drys our eyes, so we may see

all, need and to be.

Lost, and we fall upon our knees.

Author's Note

Please Review :) Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Maya Garnes]

I really like this poem. :)

[Juju]

Nice write. I enjoyed the read.

[lissalovesyou]

This poem is so deep!
"Some days we just want to give up and fly" and "What is left of our souls we pour out"
Those lines are now stuck in my head:)
Btw there is a typo, "Who will hear our tears fall in the strom's cry?" I think you meant "storm."
lissalovesyou:)

[Jess K]

Thank you and 'storm's cry' refers to the cry belonging to the storm.

[melissa]

This is amazing poem keep up the great work and keep sending me more to read i love reading them