New Dawn

By brian francis

Watching the clouds break
it’s the end of the storm
feeling ravaged and weakened
looking shredded and torn
it’s strange how it happens
when the storm first sets in
you don’t really notice
that it’s raining again

When the storm turns torrential
and it’s beating you down
broken loose of your moorings
you’re just drifting around
your vision and reason
leave you somehow betrayed
you’re lost in your own pain
your soul being flayed

I’ve walked in that valley
the one called Despair
It has nothing, nothing living
no sustenance there
But watching the clouds break
at the end of the storm
The weight somehow lifted
A new will to go on.


Copyright ©2020 brian francis

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brian francis

Born and raised in the idyllic environment of Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. A rural paradise perfect for a roving childhood. Now living in the desert southwest, with a flock of parrots, a pigeon, and Three dogs.

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