Some days the rain falls down.
Some days the Sun shines on.
Look at us all right now,
it could be anyone.
We woke up full grown,
with the mind of a child in us.
So much left to do
before we turn to dust.
Struggle up from the ground,
breaking the hold
that chokes us out.
Somewhere between
the hammer sky
and anvil clouds.
Fairy tales we’re told
to teach the children
right from wrong,
but now we learn,
the Witch and the Wolf
controlled the kingdom
all along.
The light of hope
in the child’s eyes
fades,
as the dawning of thoughts
abound.
Awakening the mind,
taking it far up
between the hammer sky
and anvil clouds.
Maybe we are made
stronger by all of this,
but it doesn’t feel that way
in the moment.
We all start off so low,
and quickly we grow.
Curiosity it seems,
makes us easy to deceive,
as the past shows.
Drag ourselves out of this.
Pass the guard and release.
Lift up into the air,
higher until we’re free.
This is where we are made
stronger by the storm.
Up in the atmosphere
where our vision is born.
We’re gonna come back down
when we’re ready to go to ground,
but for now,
we’re up here,
between the hammer sky
and anvil clouds.
HG – 2020
