It looks like overcast,
but it's just smoke that's trapped.
I've been waiting days,
months,
oh, so many days.
I've been waiting for the sky to clear,
so that I can finally see some blue.

The times when I don't feel like I can
is when I can the most.

I can climb through the wind if I want,
and the rain won't pummel me down.

I can walk a thousand leagues,
and the devil won't get to me.

I can stand like a glass jar,
I won't tip.

Where I am and where I stand,
it's impossible for my knees to bend in.

I smile and hope
that this temporary confidence will stay.

Blossom is the word of the day.
I am imagining it
as I stand in the hallway.
I am on the hardwood floor
but I see something else around me.
There's fog
and blossoms.
I'm walking on a balancing beam,
stretching across to and from
somewhere I don't know.

And again in my room.
I am standing in a place I don't know,
but I feel special and beautiful doing so.
That's "light."

This is trust.
When we take naps.
Arms rest
around us.

Eyes dead.
Thoughts led.
And our hearts beat.

Dream of conquering.
Dream of winning.
When our lives and peace wed.

Eyes dead.
Thoughts led.
And our hearts beat.

This is trust.