Clearing Skies
Gone are the clouds
That had me blind,
Shadows lifted,
Truth aligned.
The weight of doubt,
A fleeting mist,
Sunlight breaks
Through clenched fist.
No longer lost
In storms of grey,
Hope awakens,
Finds its way.
Eyes once clouded,
Now see clear,
The path ahead—
Bright and near.
Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj
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