things

I'm starting to question myself again. I cannot pin down what it is I want. So much has happened and I'm struggling, trying to keep my world on its axis. There's a poem lurking deep inside me and I wonder if I should just let it flow. Oh, how I wish things would start making sense....

rain pours
soaking the soul
there's nothing to see but gray..

soul longs
to fly among
but cannot find its way..

sun shines
behind the lines
"I will not come out today."