Serenity

Rage and Sorrow built a house together.

Rage laid the bricks cracked but straight

Sorrow built the walls tall but warped.

Together they built their home,

Hoping only to avoid the turbulent weather.

But the storms followed them in,

As they opened the door.

The wind pounded the walls,

The rain soaked the floor.

So Rage built the stones thicker,

He used pain as the mortar.

Sorrow built the walls higher,

She sealed the joints with Rage’s mortar.

Together they built a hearth,

They stoked a small fire and called it Hope.

Hope dried the floors,

And kept the storms from rattling the doors.

On sunny days Sorrow would open the shutters,

Rage would laugh and say they didn’t need Hope anymore.

But in the nights Sorrow fed Hope,

With the broken pieces of her dreams.

Rage also stoked Hope secretly,

With the tatters of hate he had saved.

When the storms came again,

The wind howled,

The rain screamed,

Rage and Sorrow felt their foundations shake,

The walls rattled, but did not break.

They both fed Hope and kept it ablaze,

Through the dark nights and stormy days.

Soon they had no loss to feed Hope with,

They found coals smothered in the ashes,

Of all they had fed the flames.

So together they cleaned away the debris,

Used the coals to stoke new life,

And called the new blaze Serenity.