What grief has passed, what worries. Such burdens we've carried
through the days. And those darkest of nights
when our hearts melted with fear. Our souls
in despair for the dreaded unknown day.
Yet, here we are, raising our heads, our hands, towards the rising sun, eager for that new morn
when our hearts rise up, drew breath. Our souls in joyful singing
for that long-promised day.
Writing Prompts
- What did this poem remind you of?
- Describe any instance of loss that you’re still grieving over.
- Write a response to this poem in your diary. Either keep it private or share it in the comments section below.
Please link to your favourite free verse poem(s) in the comments.