The Budding Calm Poem by Troy Clark

The night and my heart are one,
Both have secrets,
Both are cold and unforgiving.
Big swirling masses of lighting and thunder cloud us both.
But even the swirling masses must clear,
For the heart isn’t meant to harbor such evil, such hatred for others.
Do not build yourself of brimstone and fire,
Death and strife,
Secrets and loneness,
But of love and light,
And so I say.
The night and my heart are one,
Both have secrets,
Both are cold,
But both have roses,
Waiting to bloom.