Poetry Slam Contest
Week 8
Joy
Thick fog every which way
I'd been floating through for days
Or weeks..
I can't completely remember
But I think since one November
Years ago
Thousands of tears ago
Before I cried this ocean
Before my anger caused the motion
The current that kept me floating
Through the gray
But one day,
Like the dove that saved Noah and his ark
The clouds began to part
As the sun beamed down it melted my heart
Bright light on my face
Instantly my sorrow was replaced
Sparking every last trace of grace
Like the boom of a gun starting a race
The warmth of the rays
Evaporates my ocean
It's like a magic potion
No longer floating through the gray
What a beautiful place this is
Once the clouds erase and the mist lifts
What an interesting twist my path has made
Now destiny can never fade..
You'll never know the change you made
You saved me before you met me
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