I often wonder
if I shot my bow and arrow
of hope
into your darkened clouds of hatred
Would my arrow shoot into your skies
and rip through your clouds of sorrow
to greet the dawn of a new day?
Would your damaged thunder
begin to rain down love
upon my upturned face
and outspread arms?
Or would your stormclouds
become enraged
and open to reveal
a hurricane
Sent to sweep me off my feet,
carry me to a darker place
And leave me
for dead.