My spirit is foggy as my mind takes over.
Still, a message from above leaks through the cracks,
like the morning’s first sun rays peeping through the curtains.
It’s time to surrender. Taste the pureness and innocence of my own soul.
Through the eyes of the beholder , all mountains shall be conquered.
Burn those unfinished chapters, and start writing your own book.
Leaving the umbrella behind, climb the fence, chest up high and face the storm.
Your heart will reflect in the rainbow and self love will rejoice.
