Inspiration (Page 6)

The Coming Storm (a poem)

A heavy storm is brewing,
out on horizon’s line.
Panic sets as we worry how,
to prepare ourselves in time.

Heroes stand tall,
for those who feel small,
lifting their spirits to the sky.

Lost courage regained,
we move past the pain,
never again asking why.

I am a work in progress,
unfinished, incomplete.
Each day I grow in knowledge,
most learned here on the street.

Some poems seem to flow out,
while others take their time.
A collection of thoughts and feelings,
that don’t always have to rhyme

Sometimes they’re full of depth,
and others skim the surface.
Exposing feelings that are raw,
expressed with simple grace.

It is only through challenge that one can see
the true depth of their beliefs.

(440 words)

I relish the feeling of crisp new pages,
the scent of ink in the air.

Some, may speak of enchanted places.
A handsome prince, a maiden fair.

Ever speaking of future,
my dreams I would share.
Oh the things I’d accomplish,
when I arrived there.

When at last I looked back,
it was then I did find,
my life was created,
one day at a time.