The overwhelming distant dark storm suspended,
Yet waiting, biding its time as it looms and sighs.
A heavy weight it bares, ready to release a downpour,
Of sorrow and regret and doubt.
So I run, yet I look back, ever cautious, but
Is it futile to resist? To try to escape? Or should I stop?
Allow myself to be consumed once again,
Ravaged by darkness and pain.
A strength within me, my heart beats ever stronger,
So I dance and I fly, and I leap up to the sky.
I will not let it catch me, I will follow the sun.
Keep my eyes up ahead, and drift up, on and on.
Escape the darkness for a little longer, and enjoy the view
While I am oh so high, looking down at this happy place,
I should visit more often, with the warmth on my face
And the wind on my back.
I feel calm. I feel happy. I feel safe.
© Matthew T. Aspden