Better Days
With battles fought, the wounds endured
these days shall pass, I am assured
The veil of winter shall lift in spring
A bird in mourning shall one day sing
But with the cloak of darkest day
comes bitter wind and skies of gray
A tidal wave to calm the sea
upon the shore, I wait for thee
My heavy heart sinks into sand
until you come and take my hand
A promise of despair no more
to find the love I'm waiting for
A rescue from the rolling shore
and peaceful days forevermore
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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