Bliss From Rage
I step majestically into the raging storm within
I smiled at the enemy. I made allies.
Dancing to my favorite music
When rage listens, we both drown in love
Birthing bliss from its wrath
Sound of our steps, a magician's music
I look back at the hill that was difficult to climb, with snare
Blessing moons for endurance in rains
To regard the warmth of the equator's light
Copyright © Beryl A. Ouma | Year Posted 2023
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