Dawn After Painful Night

A tormenting time came in my life with future at stake when writhing in the crushing clutch of stifling suffering, my bestowed heart broke and bled in the pining ache, and I found no consoling arms stretched to me to cling. My boat wrecked on the high sea in the tempest of agony, I tried to swim to the calm shelter of the shore not in sight. Someone from within told me to get detached and see palliative hope rises like the sun at dawn after painful night. A butterfly flew out of my aching heart on latticed wings, flittered through the rippling air on the bright trail of sunray to the garden of roses blooming in the sparkle of spring under the new blue sky emerging from the gloom of grey. In the encompassing ethereal solitude I sensed in my core the essence of my floral soul opens the petals within abyss. The tranquil tolerance then began to liquefy and downpour within my serene mind with the soothing shower of bliss. April 23, 2021 Contest : Writing Prompt-Ache Sponsor : Constance La France