Rain

Why does rain have to mean sadness?

The same rain that makes the clouds gray washes away the pain.

To me rain is life.

Rain is rising from the ashes.

Rain is having the strength to start again...

The Light Will Shine

Shadows aren’t eternal, they fade.

Darkness can’t last forever, the sun will rise.

The morning will come.

The silence will be broken.

The night will end...

Secrets?

Crying alone,

why am I always crying alone?

Why do I hide the pain,

the pain inside?

My sorrows, tears, sins and fears,

are seen only by the unseen,

the silent watchers in high places...

Many Days

Tomorrow will never come,

and today is always here.

Yesterday? Well that’s never to be touched again.

Eyes, Sleep and a Heart

You can’t wake up ’till you’ve fallen asleep.

You can’t open your eyes ’till they’re closed.

You can’t love without a heart,

And where you get get one nobody knows...

Death

Brittle, frail, crumbling,

life is fragile.

Yet, it’s allure and spell enchant the world,

bewitching even the firmest conviction in logic.

Captivating and enthralling,

life is only outdone by death...

To The Future

Surge forward,

run onward.

Rise and rush into every trouble,

taking it head on.

Nobody needs to listen to well-wishing caution;

not when adventure is so close at hand...

Wishing

If only sleep came as easy as closing your eyes.

If only walking was as effortless as putting one foot before the other.

If only believing was as simple as breathing.

If only the darkness wasn’t so abundant...

Ella was awake, she was always awake.

Her room was lit by a nightlight but that only made the shadows longer. She hugged her mother’s old, blue teddy bear tighter to her chest. Her big hazel eyes stared into the shadowy corner that always lurked somewhere, no matter how her mother or father moved the nightlight.

“It’s okay,” Ella told herself. “Mom and Dad are in the next room, their door is even open.”

But the shadows loomed like monsters waiting for the slightest movement to pounce. Ella swallowed. She could feel the familiar sense of terror coming over her, the sense that if she moved she would be dead.

She knew it was all in her head.

She knew she wasn’t in any real danger.

She knew that if she flicked on the light it would be her room, nothing special, nothing scary, nothing that could kill her, but that didn’t matter. Fear didn’t care that it would never ever happen. Fear didn’t care if it didn’t made sense.

Fear doesn’t make sense, it makes monsters.

Take a breath,

you don’t need me to tell you to take another,

it happens all the time.

Just like your heart keeps beating,

you keep breathing.

Oxyen in,

carbon dioxide out.

Before you even understand what you are doing,

you’re doing it.

Before you consciously think about it,

it’s happened a million times.

Your breath goes in, and out.

Your chest goes up, then down.

Your life goes on, and on.

The small things our bodies do,

every second,

that keep us alive.

Breathing in life,

exhaling love.

Now you see,

What breathing means to me.