Getting through...
When the drop was left in the chalice of life, the sun hid behind the dark clouds and it rained to make me wet, it woke me up and I felt alive, it was not raining life on me but, a realization that I am alive. I still have that fire in me, that hope still is breathing, I am not going to just turn into ashes but, I am going to rise like a phoenix. I am going to fly away to the place that is mine, until the light I see is mine.