Reach

The sunset shines its eye brightest

Not after rains that were the lightest

But when dark clouds were the tightest

The skies create their show.

The peacock spreads its tailfeathers

Even through the storm he weathers

Unleashing all those nasty tethers

His neck knows no bow.

That demon scratching at my spine

All he wants is blood of mine

How he knows I am not thine?

I hide beneath the snow.

Then stretch my arms up to the sky

And hold them dangerously high

Screaming, “This is not how I’ll die!!!”

And reach above the woe.

Through a drench of sweat I wake

My body shudders, roughly shakes

So grateful that I did not break

My soul now free to flow.