Still a long way to go healing of the soul, I am currently struggling to find passion for work or to write for months.
Yet the words in my head never left and the worlds always turning, the rain keeps falling and the sun keeps playing hide the rays of time.
Whistles and bells with no kocha shells, I\'ve written from the shadows to no long dwell.
I\'ve broken out of a box to discover another on top
To finally brake free on the hill but no silence from gale or time to chill
My muse never left I just locked it away, becoming a shell of many yesterday\'s.
Within the blessing of a wish of getting everything
I\'ve relaxed the muscles that dried all my fears
The gift of what some call having poetic tears
When words given more than a meaningful plea
They give birth and destroy life all around me
Writing for my future from my past destiny, keeping the flow of the present in harmony
Until one day have it closer than an arms reach or maybe that\'s where it should be
Never to get complacent and miss the next beat, only a skip can cast us free.