Light rain dismisses my inner most thoughts and sets them free.
Nothing or no one occupies my worries.
My worries stem from the thought of leaving you.
Relieving myself from a broken cage. I have nothing to keep moving onward. My thoughts succumb to the blackest thought I can create. On and on they grow until in tears I remain.
Yet , at the end of the day , night takes over me and with a wind swept grace , I know this is how it was meant to be..
-excerpt from the realm of solitude (A series of poems from a book still in progress)