Storm in a Tea Cup
Tiny tremors trigger tumultuous tantrums inside,
Like a whispered secret, that refuses to subside,
Trivial troubles trip, tender ties that once did bind,
Leaving love's landscape littered, with the shards of a shattered mind.
Fragile feelings fray, furious fists that once did clasp,
Now clenched in anger, or limp in a sorrowful grasp,
Flickering flames of love, falter, fade, and finally pass,
Like the dying embers, of a once-warm, now-cold, winter's glass.
Sizzling sparks of suspicion, set sacred spaces ablaze,
Melting the mask of trust, and revealing the hidden, hurtful ways,
Sweeping statements stir, swirling storms of bitter haze,
Choking the air with anger, and the weight of unspoken, unseen gaze.
Petty problems proliferate, piercing peaceful, private places,
Stealing the sweetness of silence, and the solace of secret spaces,
Painful pride and passion, perpetuate perpetual, pugnacious faces,
Reflecting the turmoil, that rages, like a restless, relentless sea.
Raging rivers of resentment, rush, roar, and ruthlessly ravage,
Rending relationships, ruthless rivalries, and ravished, romantic images,
Shattered shards of shattered dreams, scatter, shatter, and shame,
Scarred souls and shattered hearts, succumb to sorrow, shame, and blame.
Yet, gentle gusts of forgiveness, gradually gather, grow, and glow,
Gifted glimpses of genuine love, gently guide, heal, and help to know,
Softly shining spotlights, spotlight sacred vows and trust,
Strengthening marriage's mighty mansion, with love's unbreakable crust.
Copyright © Muhereza Rodgers Roger | Year Posted 2024
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