We Are the Storm

Thu, 07/30/2015 - 14:52 -- Mrit

We

F

A

L

L

A single

Raindrop.

Alone and yet

Our fellows are all

With us. Each seeking.

Smudging down the building

And wiping clean the smog left

By our histories and wars and trauma

We, the tears of generations ours and not

Are the silver dew that cleans the world

Through all the fire and brimstone and

Blood and pain that scorches our

History sour.

 

Each new generation brings hope and fervor for change.

  We were born from pain and fear and feel our own as well, covering the world in grey.

And yet with each of us. Each drop of our lives and moment passing,

We bring a new life to the barren cities and desolate world

That is ours.

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741