The Flood

The formidable dam of the past bursts at this hour:
The deluge and flood overwhelms my heart,
The waters lose no time to smartly play their part, 

Stirred and shaken, I shrink, shrivel and cower, 

Thorns pierce; I'm like an unloved trampled flower.

Bulls-eye! I'm the real target hit by the flood-dart...

Is it too late to journey ahead in my bedecked cart? 

Rejuvenate my once-upon-a-time spirit and power? 

A flood of a different kind as it rains like never before,

The heavens bless and flash with thunderous claps,

Magically alive to creativity as tears get washed away,

As the clouds & sun conjure tricks, I find rainbows in store!

The welcome flood in my poetic soul reigns free without traps!

It's never too late to write my poem; 'The Flood' will have its say...

Do you feel it's too late to do what you need to do or love to do? 

Or do you feel it's never too late to do anything? 

How do you manage the floods in your heart and mind?

Do share in the comments below.

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’ 

Chosen as a WOW post here

Also linking with- 

dVersePoets- Sonnet . Have attempted a Petrarchan Sonnet for the first time. A Sonnet is a poem in which the Octave (first  eight lines) - introduces the theme or problem, while the Sestet (six lines)- solves the problem

Poets United- Flood

ABC Wednesday- F for Flood, Formidable, Flash