take my hand and climb with me…
Come Alive ~ Elvis Blue
Some days, losing. Hope. Too tired, to trust. Weight, of the world. Too heavy, I curl. Insignificant, and weak. Slow tears, leak. The spiralling, pull. On, down.
Catch myself, thinking. Cruel catastrophe, defeat. Self pity, wells. And I stop. Reflect, instead. On this moment, my luck. Blessed, fresh air. Wide open, country. Skye, like a phoenix. On fire.
Breathe, and give thanks.
This is, enough.
This is your freedom…