You are feeling the weight that rises all kind of pressures where hearts are pulled down beneath each greyish sky
But that pause and breathing too deep is like quiet from the evening, where shadows of fear start to creep…
Forming a storm inside is where you have been wondering, for the troubles that starts from the outside not from within
Those distant thing, nor night, nor tread is like judgement placed, are like thought that holds those lens away
To those bright colorful moments, through them all things seem controlled with it without a choice…
You can spark a fire, still let those mind be unbounded by any kind of threat that grips so tightly when it deceives
It’s not the thing that treads you at night or dread your judgment away place in each thought of control
It holds a steady grace we it’s no threat that can shake any time, night or day choosing power to choose our ways…
A firm place that holds peace even worrying, drifting like fleeting shadows not anchored so tightly
Thinking that those passing clouds only blocks our sight but not let them be a part for clarity lies in lighter heart
So even when distress appears to grow, remember that the world outside may roar but peace depends on how we breathe as we open our eyes to calm our skies…
A Quiet sense of Strength
Hold the power to choose
The lightness of letting go
That outer storm pulled down
