I let a little light in so I can cause a spark.
I got used to the rain and the dark.
I was scared to see what I would find.
Release my emotions they are no longer at the mercy of my mind.
I suddenly feel myself get warm,like an icicle dripping off the tree.
My shadow is on the wall, it is no longer in front of me.
The wind blows and swirls around my chest.
The air is clean I can fly from the nest.
I buried myself within the torment.
The moment is now there is no way to forget.
I serve myself kindness and ride this perpetual tide.
To see other is to believe in sides.
I was a spider in the attic. I got caught in a web of lies.
My hands got tangled. They covered my mouth and eyes.
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