Blow Over

My griefs are gathering above my head

and are threatening to engulf my bones,

swiftly swooping in a swarm of such dread

that they seem to speak in ghostly groans.

All of their armies seems ready to pounce
just when I am not ready to defend
but before the bullets begin to bounce
the wind intervenes and signals the end.

And now the clouds head towards me so fast
but I can still maintain a sense of calm
for I'm watching their armies blow right past
keeping my dried up bones away from harm.

As I watch all these clouds blow over
I can't help but think my dark days are over.