Someday I know
I’ll crawl out of this hole
And into the sunlight
As it plants warm kisses
On my cheek.
“Welcome back from the dark”
It says
“Won’t you stay a little longer this time?”
“Here.”
Says the wind.
“Let me breathe gently through your hair”
“I’m here”
Says the rain.
“I’ll wash away your fear.”
I feel my strength rising
At the sound of their words
And pull myself out
Of my deep dark hole.
The sun hits my face.
The wind blows through my hair.
The rain…
Oh my favorite….
The rain gives me air.