A Stormy Sea

A constantly stormy sea—

beset by clouds of

varying darkness of degree

Interminably, an obsidian tide

rushes forth, with it’s blinding

waves of rippling course

After our clouds have grown clear, 

skyline’s tempest shifts to a scene,

where celestial rays inch their way,

out from beneath the shadow shroud

Once completely free from darks and grays,

a final splash of powder blue,

forever alters the color wheels pointed view,

But beneath the freshest of these coats serene,

a blush-stroked canvas often frays,

opening wounds that once were made—

and no longer can our painted cicatrices forever stall

the untethering of bruises buried deep