One friend gave me a book of poetry,
Another gave me a book of essays...encouraging me to write again...
I've been struggling. I'm trying something new...be kind.
You get used to the gray
Wrapping everything in a sort of haze
Can’t hear the rain
But the drops stream down the window pane
Momentum pushes foward
Towards the gray abyss,
into nothing but the white nothingness
Sound triggers you to remain still,
Turbulence, hands gripping, heart racing until
Momentum pushes backward
Rising, rising up you go
Nothing changes, the gray continues to grow
Remind yourself to breathe
Remind yourself this isn’t always so
Stability, everything is leveling
Sound reminds you its safe with a ding
Clear, bright blue
As far as you can see
The white lays below you, as calm as the sea
The blue has always been there, as long as you’re willing to see
Sometimes we need to get above the cloud line in order to believe.