Alone I stand on the hill
Memories ripped to the soul
Regrets burnt to the core
Clouds dark mar the sky
Thunder lightening the Thor          
Arms spread, eyes closed
Heavens open all around
Drenching the tired soul
Washing the guilt of yesteryear
Quenching questions not answered
Unshed eyes open heavenwards
Sliver of light breaks the storm
Dare I follow the road anew?
~Alima Kanumilli~
Copyrighted April 12, 2012