dark instruments

 
sorrow seeks my affections
sadness cradled iike a babe
given succor and kept deep within
stirring, I deeply feel the hurt emotions

looking away I focus my thoughts elsewhere
today will be beautiful I vow
my tenderness flows
and I see the things I hold dear

my shadows weeping
with a brave face I pick a flower
reaching for the blue of the sky
hoping it wil lighten the mood

swaying lightly in the wind
the gusts build pushing against my form
my pain fuses with the aether
and the gusts build

my energy goes up and out
my thoughts storm the eternal need
where they are heard
my grief is recognized

a balm to my soul
just to be heard

little girl you must let it go
love in the moment
setting aside your dark instruments of rage