Survivors

When hope no longer sustains us and all that's left is debris scattered across the landscape of our heart When terrible winds of angry storms cloak blue skies in a frightening rush of darkness and nothing is left to the eyes but a scar of despair etched in the stunned silence of our tired faces as we search for yesterday's sun among dawn's gleaming light trapped between the cycle of black ominous clouds from our emotional hurricane of constant howling screams that broke the bonds of love away from its moors and brought finality to fingers parting while still clinging until the last through the storm as it stoled our memories of when we were warm together leaving us alone and exhausted 10/22/20 contest After the Hurricane