Of misty doubt and dewy emotion.
Unguent viscous rain drips raw feeling into our eyes
As we search for that break,
That flash of light.
One day you wake up right out of a cold reverie
And you realise,
No one ever looks at me anymore,
No one ever looks at anyone anymore.
Stone cold feelings, like you’ve lost.
The loss of nothing
The loss of everything.
One day, you wake up and think:
‘No this isn’t right’
Life knocked you off your feet,
Kicked you when you were down.
But, one day, you wake up and…
BOOM!
There’s that break in the clouds.
That golden beam of hope
Just pushing through the thick heavy dullness.
Suddenly it’s worth it.
It’s worth all the darkness
The doubt
The fear
The pain
It’s worth it all
Because that one beam of sunlight
Is breathing life into everything it touches.
Then you realise that no one was looking at you
Because no one could see you
You were clothed in grey and shadow.
So you get up and you dust yourself off
And you shake the cobwebs from your battered skull
And you step up
And you step out
And you step into the light.
And now you are clothed in gold
Wings stretched out for flight
Like Icarus, daring the sun to melt your wings.
All the while knowing that unlike Icarus,
Your time in the gloom means the light will never take
you.
It will merely surround you, and carry you, should you
decide to let it.
You’ve learned not to fly too close,
Just to skim the edges,
To graze the periphery
And to fly
Fly, fly fly.
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