NovPoWriMo 15

Courage, dear heart

Though the storm may arrive
Out of a disarmingly placid afternoon

Though the clouds may harbinger
Stirrings in the outer darkness

Though the still sad voice on
The other end of the line goes quiet

Though the helplessness you feel
Leads screaming into the full void

Though the year is heavy with tears
Unlikely to be shed in this lifetime

Though the miscommunication we inherit
Takes us further out of ourselves

Though the clouds of witnesses
Gather to disperse the inner darkness

Courage, dear heart

Though the broken wind is set loose
Stay on hold as we are being held