Birth Of A Burning Image

Writers are creators of many worlds no other can sketch on a canvas darker than their inner thoughts.
Worlds full of light,
Of some kind,
For every heart aching from the pain of asking,
Why?
Why me?
Because,
As much as we want a story where there’s not a single sting,
From bleeding wounds we must feel forcing us to think,
About more than ourselves for it all to work,
For every prying to see,
The bigger picture past the concrete wall,
Each of us draw within our minds to protect the beauty you believe,
Others wouldn’t smile nor thank you for.
Allowing us to rejoice as one before the Arrival of the Storm,
Washing it all away…