Cool air in my lungs again.
A numbness over the stain
On a heart soaking in the rain,
Lacking any way to explain.
Look beneath the dying leaves and check
My breathing. Will I leave or stay here?
The tragedies of this world create fear
But they don’t define the end. “Wait a sec.”
Wet decaying plant matter stinks the same
Like when I was younger. We got caught
By an invisible hand dousing the weak flame.
Turn the page with what we were taught.
Burn brightest in the darkest of circumstances.
Stand. There will be many questions and stances.
The light within will illuminate the way. . .
Vasha'Lakar 