Golden Rain
Every day, following the routine,
Emotions drifting between two shores: pride and envy.
In the shadowed corner of the mind,
doubt suffocating, circling,
leering down at you, your small self
then,
inspiration.
The cloudy corner illuminated by photographs:
Bright images of vibrant souls dancing through wildfires,
Silhouettes falling into the sun,
and of mountains emerging anew,
From circling mist, into the cascading relief of utter height,
and dark wet forest.
Words can weigh down
Negative thoughts, imaginings
Pressing the sharp corners of their cold heaviness into the skin.
Breaking through, and curling their frosted tendrils around an already fragile heart
Sinking silence, the sound of holding back
But when you look to the sky
You see the golden rain falling, barely a sound
It tickles your fingertips, soaks your skin,
A whisper of misty energy running through your body
You feel the caress of light breathing life
Into you
You see the golden rain, and
you can
finally
breathe.