My hope
Pattered in
A lamb, meek and mild
Culminating in the end
As a thundering vindication.
My sorrow
Blustered in
A towering rage of hurt
Culminating in the end
As a spark of rain washed hope.
My joy
Hastened in
A warrior, bold and sure
Manifesting in the end
In blue eyes, love and light.
postscript
It’s time to NaPoWriMo again y’all. The last couple of years have been rough for poetry writing. Hoping to make some real progress this year in practicing poetry again.