A stormy sky

I sit at the top of this mountain

And watch the dark clouds roll in

The air is chilled, but quiet.


The sky looks like a rough ocean

Except upside-down. Ominous, tumultuous and cold. 

It could swallow us whole.


I wait for the storm to get closer

While the storm in my mind rages on. 


A gusty wind blows

Smells like fresh mountain air. 


I think of you, as I always do when I come here. 

I imagine you in your final resting place. 

I watch your soul soar high above your mountain home.


I know you still live. Here.

In the rain, sky.

You are the view. Amazing in every way. 


I close my eyes. I go inside. 

I look for meaning.

Why do I walk this road?

Why did I waste all this time?

How do I be a better me. 

No answers can be found. 


I sure am lost. Directions mean nothing. 

I feel like I’m cut right down the middle. 

I’m just trying to be brave. 

Can you tell?


I feel the first raindrop touch my skin. 

It stings and yet it saves me. 


A beam of sunlight rolls across the pine forest below.

It is quickly engulfed by the stormy darkness.

I hear my mind say,

Remember, the sun still shines above the clouds. 


Numb now, from the cold and wet

I need to seek shelter.

I stand up to leave


I look one last time at the mountains standing still and strong

Unphased by the brewing clouds

They breathe a sigh.


I breathe a sigh. 

I call your name. 

The wind whispers in my ear,

Go on call it again. 

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