story craft

For the dishonest days

where sun felt like night

oblivious to my plight 

I am here.

For the wind whipped days

when nothing stayed right 

settled just out of sight

I am here.

For the rain drenched days

when I said all was fine 

struggled with the Divine

I am here.

For the unopened days 

yet to be mine 

in some distant time 

I am here.