After the Storm
I see the hills now
After all the question of how
My soul launched in a deep
Where my tears of joy sleep
I cry for my soul at last rest
The race was not a simple test
My breath came new
And my thirst got a happiness brew
I spread my hands to the sky
In awe of the Most High
In the sun, I see the hope
Fulfilled in its rays' slope
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment