Impact

My heart was once a silent pond,

(In spite of the ever troubled world),

but the glass-like surface broke:

A single rock was hurled.

Fractured in a moment

I see those ripples still

and deal with the echoes

in this cold December’s chill.

Waiting for a Day like any other,

that long awaited Day.

To come into my life and say,

“Everything’s okay.”