–A Weekly Chronicle Series
Whatever is there of you, cinch to it. You’ll be free.
Rains vehemently pouring, you’ll get it through.
The pages heavily sodden, don’t look back. You see.
Keep walking, half of your heart beats for it too.
Keep it safe, keep it dry. Incursions may subside.
Believe a happy paradigm, believe in you and me.
Hold the rusty strings of thoughts denied.
Whatever is true, hold it close to you.