Boulders of grief hang above me.
Im blinded in their shadow,
from the light shining through the cracks.
Distant rumbles tell me that its time.
The only way out is through
Hold my breath, bracing for impact.
I crawl through this stone and I feel
the weight becomes but a breeze.
I bear these lightening strikes as scars.
Not stone to get through, but a cloud,
drifting from the storms of you.
Now I ...
