Once Full, Once Empty

There were no words,
no verses, no songs.
Just a barren space
in that lonely heart,
wounded by despair-
foreign yet of-blood.

No poems were written,
no stories were told.
Songs were left unsung,
All words. Yet, unread.
Only a dark black cloud
shrouded the small sweet soul.

Then lightening struck,
a beating thunder heard,
words showered down,
from the dark black cloud
on the small sad soul,
engulfing every cell,
every wound, every thought.

Despair forgotten
words were written,
songs were sung,
stories undone.

As the cloud cleared,
the sun shone
on the once barren land.
Words were everywhere,
blooming, flourishing
in the garden of HOPE.

9 comments

  1. Ada Wiam · August 15, 2014

    Speechless. This is beautiful and it proved that empty will fill one day. 🙂

    • anumshafique · August 16, 2014

      Indeed what is empty now will one day fill and what is full now will one day become empty. Thank you Ada, as always, for reading and leaving such kind comments. 🙂

  2. Sonya Kassam · August 16, 2014

    …and welcome back! May words be everywhere around you.

  3. talker blogger · August 24, 2014

    Very well written

  4. amoafowaa · September 2, 2014

    Beautiful word paintings.

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