I WALK
I walk with dark thoughts and from the inside I see the dark clouds outside my window. I still have a choice when you go out, so I pray. From the outside, I see, in my clouded thoughts, dark, as they may be, there’s still the silver lining, the barrier of my dark clouds and the solution to my crossroad. The armor from my rain, my own will. And, as surely as my wind blows, with my power, in purpose, for clear skies those dark clouds blow, sent away by me and away from me.
Because I pray.
BY
KBAILEY