Friday, December 16, 2016

LOST



Lost in the rain.
Beaten down.
Alone.
Tired.
Wet.
Ready to give up.
On life.
On the world.
Ready for my last breath.
Then the unexpected happens.
The sun comes out.
The birds begin to chirp.
A wet breeze hits my face.
I look up to the sun.
I don’t feel alone.
I feel alive.
I’m happy I’d waited.
Waited for time to pass.
For time to heal old wounds.
I’m ready to face the day.