Life has given me a clean slate,
wiped away with rain.
It’s telling me that I need to trust, this I already know.
The time has come to face what I know deep down I can.
I have faced far worse than this.
I can do it.
Even when I’m laying on the ground, fallen and all alone.
A silent whisper of light always holds my hand.
I’m out amongst,
the world right now.
Yes I am siting alongside the moving cars,
but their is still that softness.
No matter where we are going,
or where we have already been.
We are alive.
That in itself is amazing.
We breathe, we bleed, we cry oceans of infinite amounts of tiny puddles.
Then we ask for more.
How do you stop yourself from not holding on.
Trust is the anchor, the one that keeps you centred.