Rupture
In the vaulted sky where thunder roars,
Clouds rupture with a mighty force.
Lightning dances, a fiery waltz,
As rain descends in soothing salts.
The heart, too, can rupture deep,
In agony and pain, secrets it keeps.
Yet, unlike storms that quickly pass,
Time rains down, healing the heart's morass.
Years cascade in a gentle stream,
Softening wounds, as in a dream.
The echoes of pain may still remain,
But with time's touch, they wane.
Copyright © Jay Narain | Year Posted 2024
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