The storm breaks the sky, and splits the Earth in white light.
A blind tempest: merciless, enraged, relentless, taunting. It spares no grace.
Earth is blemished now; she chokes
on floods that break in lashes and strike panes, hammer homes.
Plagued, hunted by shadow,
the faint recall and touch of brighter days elude her.
She beholds the hurt, measures her strength. Time beckons.
Solace spills over a forgotten horizon; gleams like silver light on still water.
And the Earth grows in new territory: tenacious, radiant, composed.
Redemption takes the form of a new day, and she moves with it; wounded, stronger, set.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 7:54 AM UTC
The storm breaks the sky, and splits the Earth in white light.
A blind tempest: merciless, enraged, relentless, taunting. It spares no grace.
Earth is blemished now; she chokes
on floods that break in lashes and strike panes, hammer homes.
Plagued, hunted by shadow,
the faint recall and touch of brighter days elude her.
She beholds the hurt, measures her strength. Time beckons.
Solace spills over a forgotten horizon; gleams like silver light on still water.
And the Earth grows in new territory: tenacious, radiant, composed.
Redemption takes the form of a new day, and she moves with it; wounded, stronger, set.
