Well sometimes poets write stuff they just gotta get out even though it's probably shite. This is one of those times. It itches inside if I don't publish my scribblings somewhere and this time the blog gets to bear the brunt of that onslaught.
If the rain falls hard
and the demons cry,
let the wolves be there
and run with winter.
If the thunder of
the dangers of youth's inclined
to remind us yet again -
then hold your ground.
Can tomorrow be salvation?
Doesn't matter -life is now
and all you have to do
to soar this time,
is to let yourself fly.
