Lifted Poem

Lifted

 

Drowning in the sands of  our sorrow

we patiently wait for a better tomorrow.

As we try desperately to dig our way out

the weight is too strong, we can't even shout

 

Trying to survive, our hands we hold high

longing to feel air, a touch from the sky.

A flash of our lives, graces our sight

reminding us why, we can't give up our fight.

 

As we start to feel the pressure subside

our heart and emotions suddenly collide

the sand that held us is starting to strain

We wonder how long, the pain will remain

 

Raising up from the ground, we start to feel free

all the dirt falls off, reveling me

I begin to know, that i have been washed clean

and my life as i know it, has yet to be seen.