Clawing my way up…
Through the chaos and the muck.
Each year trying a path,
And each year reaching a dead end.
This time though, this instance,
It’s dark, and noisy.
The walls are slimy and I can’t grab hold.
My progress is slow and the chaos…
Darkness, twinkles, a Cheshire Cat moon.
Feathers, butterflies, and a dandelion’s kiss.
Where are the rainbows?
Signs the storm is slowing.
The ground will dry,
And my ascent can begin anew.
Climbing past the chaos
Into the warm, forgiving sunlight.
Have you seen the rainbow…