Rumi 2

Bellowing flames of hate & worry,

Filthy words pour forth hot slurry.

Feeding the fire, fanning the flame.

Pointing the finger, avoiding the blame.


Burning winds carry words of derision.

Hiding the pain, the indecision.

All that is needed, patience & hope.

A helping hand, a guiding rope.


Out of the furnace, into the light.

What once was lost, is now in sight.

A calming balm of clean sweet care.

The secret of life that kills despair.


© The Secret Poetess, January 2018