Finding Peace

Scream up into the sky until your throat is raw and dry,

Hurl the newly birthed words into the crying purple sky

Until your gaze is blurred by the rain or the tears drizzling down,

But never stop believing you aren’t worthy enough to wear a crown.

Witch weather never stops for anybody walking the streets,

But continues whistling down to the alleyways where the drunkards weep.

Witch weather continues down her anguished pathways

And stops for no-one trying to find peace in a worrisome day.

So drink your coffee and watch the cardinals on the trees,

Watch the rain land on the bony branches of the dead oak trees,

Washing away the sins of yesteryear anger and yesteryear pain,

Leaving only the colors of a brand new day and none of the shame.

LP 2020

Like I always say, don’t ask me what this means, or how it ties together, because I DON’T KNOW. If it’s not for you, it‘s not for you.

I wish you all a happy week:)

Lp 2020