*
The foreboding clouds roll in,
The foreboding clouds roll out,
Containing the hope I grasp for
and scattering it about.
*
The clouds do not precipitate,
The clouds do not disperse,
They are nearly full to bursting
of blessing and of curse.
*
*
The clouds they do disguise,
The clouds they do uncover,
The beauty and the ugliness
of the world that they hover.
*
*
The clouds they do release,
The clouds they do refill,
Bringing a cycle of pain
and healing while we attempt to still.
*
The foreboding clouds roll in,
The foreboding clouds roll out,
Containing the hope I grasp for
and scattering it about.
Note: The inspiration for this poem came from the writings of Pema Chödrön.
Visual representation of the story on @tolbert_on_medium Instagram.
