So often...
Mistakes are chosen
When silence hangs loud in the air
Thoughts echo
Senses snap together
Tears drop like rain
The next breath becomes something of dreading
The mind storm begins
From lost moments of reflection
Clouds of confusion hang heavy
Lost amongst the gray
Fear and rage take sides
Words become a quiet deafening
Muscle memory aches for the sunshine
A weathered eye watches the horizon
A voice begging to be strong
Holds steadfast
Anchoring ones self
By digging deep
Which reminds us of allowance
The truth amongst the chaos
Is that the soul is the beacon calling
We can brave the sounds of thunder
And survive the loss of light
The rain will wash clean the confusion
Giving chance for calm and renewal
Growth within the stillness
It becomes a choice of perspective
Peace comes by letting go
By reminding us of all the colours of the sky
From dark to bright
Shadows cast are like storm clouds
They to...
Always pass.
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