Sutures
Lightning sutures me
not leaving a single scar;
My smile starts to glow;
To myself I say,
‘Everything will be alright.’
Such a clear cut sign;
Natural cymbals
back up my internal source;
A shove towards peace;
Rebuilt but still tough,
the Sun’s bright after hard rain;
Sound renegade survivor;
Deep down hope keeps us alive,
right into storms we nosedive.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
