S.M. J-B Poet Rhyme

Descent and ascent

Standing tall, beaming with pride,
finally clean from this world’s poison. 
I reached for the skies with no need to hide,
thanking God for the blessed horizon. 

What bliss when the air was pristine. 
On cloud nine, there was no smoke in sight. 
For the first time since I was thirteen,
Blue skies mended ashy blight. 

A storm came unprovoked,
hurling me down below. 
Blood spilled; bedrock soaked. 
There was nowhere else to go. 

A haunting sight, filled with wrath. 
So be it, it’s not a crime. 
Standing once again on this path,
I have no choice but to climb. 

SMJ

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Beata Agustin December 2, 2024 at 6:45 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.