The Sun Was Always Shining
Like a fog rolling in Our souls can become heavy, Settling thick into the cracks of soil. Blurring out all light... Blinding visibility. Doubting what lies just beyond our fingertips. Staggered breaths of distrust. We need the weight We need the darker shade of light. We need the reminder that even seemingly opaque walls are really translucent. Reaching out blindly, we come to find that there is no sheet rock built before us, but just an illusion. Sometimes we need this eerie stillness; the feigned blockage, To remind us that we must sit, uninterrupted, Allowing the settling of darkness into our fractures. It is within these surface punctures That we find ourselves again, That we strengthen our foundation within ourselves. And when we are ready, When we have bonded with our ugliness, we will discover that we are capable of a step forward. Even through the most sturdy of walls, even through the thickest of veils. And we will brea