Release

Gray skies linger, the thunder has stopped Frustration hovers in the fog, but not fear There is no sight of the yellow sun Raindrops have poured on the brain’s thoughts Leaving puddles with old time reflections Powerful people use threats to stop the truth Like a flower that drowns in the torrential rain, while they just stand there watching… As if the flower never had beauty or precious life While the victims feel lost one day to the next, Criminals don’t care where they, themselves are going To hell, with millions and millions of lightening strikes Tables eventually turn, there is no escape for them For now, it is just a storm, another storm Time is a test and they have found a way to cheat All is known when the test is to be graded They will wish they were a flower, when they fail The sun later rises to seek those who are looking As it shines on the truth, nothing more to be proven Released from the acquisition of research to survive As their souls find peace, without having to strive Heidi Sands 9/11/23