the hour is 3:59am
the sound of thunder is waking
a storm taps on glass
as if to say come here
don't miss it
i walk across the floor
and stand by a door to
admire the rain,
a semblance of hope
ripples in the expanse
hitting the ground
the far off cosmos are
hidden by downpours
designed in the vastness
living in the present,
a moment of calm
in the chaos
it's the best time to be alive

It's your journey
It's personal to you
Hold your own
Stay true to self
The past is over
How can words
Hold such power?
Free yourself
Don't look down
Feet dangling
Off the ground

There are times
When shadows
Reach out
disguised
As something else
So loving,
And
Get inside your mind (So well),
They
know your weaknesses (Better than you),
Hide
True intentions
And you hurt
deep within
just when you
Feel stronger
A hand reaches out
Of the shadows
Wrapped in
remorse and
"newly" cleansed,
but you know
better this time
you know
better
take your strength
back now
(Before it's too late)

Expect
nothing
to be perfect
sound thinking!