Heavy Rain

it is a matter of new perspective
choosing what one becomes
what one hears
and bears
ultimately this outlook makes
or unmakes you
breaks and on the either/or
unbreaks you

listen to the heavy rain
the one that makes you stay
these are the arms of love
wanting you home
these are the songs of peace
urging you to write
the poems of unviolence

remove the thorns that crown your head
try the laurels of victory
it all lies in the power of your hands
the choices of your heart

be good and move on
do not tarry on the streets of sorrow
follow the trail
that leads to the light on the side of the hill
on this dark night
there lies the home of our longings
where we come from
the haven
the resting place
a room where your name is engraved
in gold on the door

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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