Pray

 Words drift by like clouds.

Escaping containment,

They run and skittter.

A storm set in motion

On days too hard.

They form and blacken.

Gathering momentum.

Pouring bitter tears.

Then comes the sun.

Striped, slowing, beauty.

Making the hope show.

Coming in the breaks.

Knowing this was the next

Step on the path to heal.