Love comes down the mountain, avalanche of wonder
You cannot flee the slope, now that you’re snowed under
There was a moment once you had the chance to act
All you can do now is
Brace for impact
Lust roars from the ocean and rips across the plain
levels all the houses, a class five hurricane
Ordered to evacuate, still you didn’t act
There’s nowhere you can hide
Brace for impact
Betrayal hits the shore, a sweeping tidal wave
The life that you adored? Debris upon your grave
Your saw it from the coast, decided not to act
What else can you do but
Brace for impact?
Regret comes creeping in a fog on cloying feet
Emerging from the mist a beast you have to beat
Weeping for the moment you had the chance to act
There’s only one way now
Brace for impact
Hope, like sunshine dawning sheds light upon the day
Sift among the wreckage to find a better way
The smashing of your heart is not the final act
Open to that bright light
Brace for impact
Forgiveness is a breeze arriving from the west
It scatters all the pain, reminds you that you’re blessed
Listen to your heartache, learn lessons, make the pact
The good life’s there for taking
Brace for impact
Your poem knocked me right off my feet. 💕
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Thank you, Anonymous! 💕 I do hope you had a soft landing. 😉
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There She is…the rip roaring blazing Sun of self…the bone warming rush of warmth to combat the Specters chill embrace…Brava❤️
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Wow La! Thank you for creating this gripping word art. It takes my breath away and yet leaves me flush with the fresh lightening laden air lashed with the memory of your tempest… Bravissima !
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