Poetry | Catharsis

There’s something cathartic about a storm,

As if the heavens had imbued

All the torment and misery of this world

Into dark nebulous clouds

And reached a rumbling rage

Pain that could no longer be contained –

Like tears, it only takes an unchecked trickle

for the torrent to cascade

Cold, wet ice stones strike

Parched and inflamed souls,

Cooling, soothing, refreshing


The sky roars and weeps

Until all is purged again


– Hafsah @ Esoteric Sips

Originally published in August 2015 issue of SISTERS Magazine

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