That Glorious Day Has Arrived
When nightmares are scattered and pain comes to an end
The sun shines on this glorious day, blinding the intrepid,
The greenery of the lush countryside picture perfect and pristine,
A slight breeze sends goosebumps across bare skin,
But nothing can mar the day, a day of acceptance and subtle nuances,
A day of smiles and grace.
******
The air of silence is mesmerising, broken only by the chorus of the birds,
The sweet swish of perfect wings and the croon of a lullaby,
As the breeze lifts a lock of hair and tucks it behind a pretty ear,
The warmth of the sun kissing bare shoulders,
And a hand that reaches across the miles in a gesture of love and support.
******
Worries slept off and left behind within the nightmares,
Life leaving behind the gifts of necessity, freeing a broken heart,
Left alone, the tears have dried, the smile returned,
And anticipation for tomorrow etched into warm skin,
Tingles of excitement slither around a destined soul.
******
The flood gates have opened on golden opportunities,
Bringing unheard of possibilities into view,
Maybe not today, or even tomorrow,
But peace will rain upon shoulders well overdue,
As momentum in the works gathers courage.
******
Mistakes are being corrected as we speak,
Now the lessons have been learned, hearts have been burned,
It is what it is and always will be,
As feet wander from the path, lost in a world of karmic infusions,
The story flowering in fruition, heightened to a gasping breath of a gentle sigh.
******
Soon, the tale will be fully understood, the final sentence one of relief,
A name whispered on the wind, growing in momentum,
An ego surrendered, a page leaf dropped into unseen hands,
A solo tear traverses its final course, before a concluding bedtime reading,
And a heart that remembers its wings.
******
The sun shines on this glorious day, warming a heart to used to pain,
The tears dry, the acceptance settles warmly upon skin cold from rejection,
Answers swim and story conclusions whispered into eager ears,
The deal is done; a cold, dead heart left within its wake,
A nightmare thwarted and placed back where it’s always belonged.
About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (6)
Marvelous words! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
Oooo, karmic infusions, I especially loved that! Fantastic poem, my friend!
Excellent work as always. I love the ending to this one 🥰
Such a beautiful progression from pain to peace, like a rebirth unfolding in words. I love how the flow carries the reader through acceptance, growth, and the promise of brighter days ahead.
Excellent ✍️🏆🌺🌺🌺🌺
Beautifully written. Well done, my friend.