Mystique Melodies
Poetry, Short Stories and Creative In-Betweens
10 January 2021
Tempest of the Heart
I
rise above the darkness,
Rise above my fear,
Healing wounds
Along the way,
The edge of new frontiers.
I move beyond old patterns,
Spreading battered wings,
Flying towards
Distant shores,
Golden horizon - spring.
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