Rising from the Storm

Category: Writers Block

Post 1 by dream lady (move over school!) on Saturday, 03-Mar-2007 1:52:00

I sat and watched the storm,
Ano hurricane could compare,
And then the walls came crashing down,
And I was left standing there,
It seemed I was a helpless bird,
With broken wings and wounds to bind,
And then I knew I could be healed,
By friends and prayers and lots of time.
The hands of time are what I hold,
That gives me strength to carry on,
And now I rise from ashes black,
And slowly try to carry on,
For life's a journey we must take,
With curves and bends and sunshine warm,
But once again I take time's hand,
And now I rise from that great storm.

Post 2 by blbobby (Ooo you're gona like this!) on Saturday, 03-Mar-2007 8:40:43

I like the symbolism in this poem.
Thanks for posting it.

Bob

Post 3 by Goblin (I have proven to myself and the world that I need mental help) on Saturday, 03-Mar-2007 9:22:39

The people of New Orleans would like this
it's another cracker.

Post 4 by dream lady (move over school!) on Saturday, 03-Mar-2007 11:37:25

Well, I didn't get to preview before posting. Pressed the post topic button.
Goblin, this is a symbolic thing that happened to me, but I agree the people of New Orleans could relate to this litterally. Thanks for your comments.

Post 5 by Goblin (I have proven to myself and the world that I need mental help) on Sunday, 04-Mar-2007 9:11:06

It was a pleasure

Post 6 by crimson x (This site is so "educational") on Thursday, 08-Mar-2007 20:38:22

it's a nice poem

Post 7 by Musical Ambition (I've got the gold prolific poster award, now is there a gold cup for me?) on Sunday, 18-Mar-2007 11:48:08

Another inspirational piece. good job.