Salty air bites the shore line
and the tide pulls back its sleeves
It leaves the shore to wonder
about the things it used to believe
🌧️
The world has a way of taking
It can kick your spirit into dust
It turns the silver into iron
and the iron into rust
🌧️
You'll stand where the wind feels coldest
with your pockets empty and torn
watching those empty promises
wither before they're ever born
🌧️
The world played rough with your heart
It gloated every time you fell
Until you were left with nothing
A ghost... an empty shell
🌧️
But some things return with a surprise
like that earring you thought you lost...
They carry the marks of a journey
or the bite of winter frost
🌧️
It may not be with a grand entrance
No blasting trumpets made of gold
But a warmth will settle slowly
to relieve that damp and heavy cold
🌧️
The blessings you have sent out
will find a way back to your door
They'll carry dew drops from the mountains
and flecks of sand from every shore
🌧️
They may look a little different now
They're filled with so much light
Made tough by miles of travel
through heavy days and lonely nights
🌧️
You'll recognize them easily
The way they fit into your hand
Though, they have tumbled and been broken
They won't be hard to understand
🌧️
What was kicked is now your treasure
What was lost has stories to tell
They're a hand held out to you
for every time you ever fell
🌧️
You'll feel the peace take hold of you
You'll finally breathe fresh air
Your heart will fill with butterflies
in the answer to your prayer
🌧️
No good you do is ever wasted
even if the years have caused you pain
Because every harvest is always sweeter
when it's gathered after rain
🌧️
Peace will settle like ash on a fireplace
around you while you grieve
A garden will grow from all the wreckage
of a thousand fallen leaves
🌧️
The world may have had its moment
It may have left you feeling dead
But the blessings always find the pathway
Back to the crown of your head
About the Creator
Sara Wilson
I love Ugly Things.
I try and be active AND interactive.
I write... whatever I feel.
Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.
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Comments (3)
Oh, I hope I lose to this piece. It is beautifully written and better get some recognition. I loved the line "silver turns to iron and the iron into rust." But then you turn it all around and brighten it with the promise of hope. This stanza was my favorite "What was kicked is now your treasure What was lost has stories to tell They're a hand held out to you for every time you ever fell." Fabulous job Sara!
Uber-gorgeous, Sara! Amen! 🙏🏾
Beautiful! You did such a great job. Everything from the composition, to the format, to the rhymes, and to the focus of your theme—every part of this poem speaks clearly and beautifully.