Trickles of Rain

Looking through your window.
Breathing through your eyes.

Your sorrowful, despondency.
Washes you aside.

Your luminous spirit enchanting,
filled with life.

Now the darkness holds you captive, devouring your insides.

The vulutures are circling.
For the taste of death. 

Is it your time to take leave...find rest?

Heavy heart carries hurt. 
Thoughts bury you in the dirt. 

Blackened clouds, cover your essence.
Stifling your very existence.

Grave mood dampens the room. 
Discolouring the air, with greys and blues. 

Rain falls so heavily. 
No resistance...you cave easily.

Immersed in the swamp. 
Your surely to drown.

But will you fight? 
Or will you go down?

Looking through your window.
Breathing through your eyes.

How can I reach you.
When you believe your lies? 

I know you hold the strength.
To silence the deception.

To follow your wisdom.
Course a new direction.

No one can save you.
The work is yours to do. 

But when you are ready.
Guidance will find you. 

Then emerging from a deep decent. 
You will arise and take fresh breath. 

The storm will clear.
The rain just a trickle. 

Each day a new. 
And you the miracle.

A winding road, we all take turns.
It's our experience...from that we learn.

Choose to abandon the You, that's tied.
Collapse under the weight  of your pride. 

Or asert your creation to full bloom.
Branches so high, you kiss the moon. 

For free choice is ours, each we do choose. 
How you wish to play, is up to you.