Prompt: Dewdrops
Source: wandering_star_poetry (Instagram)
The clock strikes midnight:
The harsh winds blow,
the night sky roars,
a trembling heart breaks all over.
The clock ticks one:
The body still shaking,
face painted with drying tears,
the lonely soul breaks all over.
The clock ticks two,
then three, then four:
empty eyes gazing
into empty dark walls
that turn sour with growing self-hate.
The clock strikes five:
the world comes alive,
the sun dancing her way through,
and a window barely creaks open.
At exactly five thirty,
the grass starts to shimmer
with a million fragments of the heart -
dewdrops gathered overnight.
You’ll be fine.
