The wind
It stirs and howls in fits of rage
Within a violent maelstrom
Icy rain
Begins descent
To rip apart to pound
Against a soul's repressed unhappiness
Unbound

The blackest oil
Abyssal night
These stars won't shine
Yet light exists
Inside
Unkempt
Deprived
Illusions
All for nothing
Stuck
Entwined

What's done is done
Though
Then the mind
Comes undone

A weightless burden
Bearing down
Your shoulders wail
Yet you protest their cries
Deny them rest

In time you learn
The storm
A test
Your will survived
The weight begins to lift
Off of your grieving chest
Your shadow
Former self
Looks back at you
Through you
And smiles