Rising oceans,
A warming globe,
Savage storms,
A warning foretold...
All from outside this space.
Wishing to clear the storms away so the sun would stay.
A moment of clarity appeared in the twinkle of light pulling the power back in.
This world I was so fearful of was a swirl of thoughts a compiled with questions showing me to look inside to quite the mind when looking outside.
That very still collected place holding her space.
The chaos of confusion with loud waves. The look of feeling misplaced. The alien that found space. The lines that were so misplaced became firm and no longer scattered all around. The tunnel was not hiding away. The war was over and the bird was now flying. leaving feathers instead of footprints for the bird knew it did not need to show its foot or true story to share its glory. Leaving just a feather to open questions and lead you to soaring whatever way you choose. This bird to me was blue. This bird you see you may find one day leading you to if you find a whole in your space.


© LS