I look out into the rains falling
from Mother Nature's Tears.
My heart pounds
Sweat pours from my body as my soul is terrorized
By the lack of tools to climb to a successful future
remain out of touch and out cries my fears.
There is no guide up this mountain to my destination
A country full of obstacles, monsters, and money hungry "healers."
I try and force myself to a calm place
However my "Happy Place" is recovering from a recent blast
Of shards of attacking memories of the past.
Dreams of a blackened future and I'm still on the run
from these monsters chasing me since I was a child.
Now they are not as peaceful...
They are the predators, in my waking hours, that haunt me in the wild.
I run like a cheetah and hunt for my needs like a lion.
I have no "Pride" or "herd" to rejoin after my hunts.
I am but a lone wolf...
Misunderstood by my own kind
to another pack leader...They are now the weak ones
following their leader
who is now blind.