Mist and Not Missed
Mist and not Missed.
As the smothering all confounding
Mist gradually clears
Heavy dark foreboding ominous clouds dissipate
A multicolour rainbow paints the sky
The sun shows it’s beaming smile once more
Drying fallen tears
The lonesome hermit comes out of their shell
Eyes now open wide
With the thunder and trauma now abated
I feel once more
And come alive
No longer looking inward but outward
The storm has passed
And I
Survived.
Peter Dome©2019.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2019
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