Fear Not, The Storm Is Leaving. Poem by Nicolaa Gallardo

The smell of the rain filled the atmosphere with gloom.
As she looked out at the gray sky.
Her eyes unreadable.
And her voice cracked in the time of doom.

Whispering the words of apology
She looked into my eyes.
Holding close, what mattered.
Bearing the pain was too difficult.

Leave! Her words echoed the very room.
Without haste, run out of your misery.
Show them not the fear you harbor.
The weak only weep in disgrace.

Bless you, for your courage to smile.
Even as her eyes show less mercy.
Hold on to your hearts and minds
For those whose souls divine