Tears are no longer fill with worry.
Joy is not a concern for tomorrow.
What the storm says it will always go.
The life of others is no longer apart of mine.
Thing thoughts of destruction has left my eyes.
The pain that made me swell has can no longer make me cry.
I cannot see the future, but I am letting go of my past.
Hearing the bell that used to ring loud and clear.
To know listening to the wind as it whispers in my ear.
Not knowing where I will land just thankful to go.
I am starting to understand this journey is not my own.