The invisible sky touches me
and all things
the teenage cry punches the sky
for the relief she thinks it brings
wailing in pain soaked with belief
overtakes the nerves
railing against without accounting for good
never really serves
the higher good not understood
looks a lot like strife
fear overwhelm blocks the view most true
and can ruin your life
yet all circumstances are temporary
on this earthly plain
you get to decide if you hide
or deal with the pain
you have the power, sweet and sour
to shift and change
not the other or even your mother
they are out of our range
yet the invisible sky senses the audible cry
and sends relief when we give it our sigh
we must discern our why
before we even consider the how
letting go of then and if
to focus on now
confining fear til it disappear
we define the feelings
re-mining the Soul so we can know
how to design our own healings
