Before the storm clouds arrived...
Before the morning tiptoed on in-
Before the truth that would break us
Before the bridge was burned, in sin;
Our flaws stood with no mercy
While doubts sabotaged our very way-
Discouraging our windows of opportunity...
When compassion had lost the day! ;
Where once grace had been a zealous brocade
Sewn in the empathy of the moon lit night-
The starless sky-emptied the sun-come dawn
Opening up our only vista's of light;
Deaf, dumb and disabled-totally
Our empty language, thus led-
Us, through valleys of shattering discord-
Casting reflections of something wrong in our heads;
By: Theodora Onken
March 29,2012
Theodora (Theo) Onken
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/irreconcilable-differences/
