an eagle up high, majesty in flight
me, a mouse huddled in the thick tall bush
the setting sun, purple accents of night
at the edge of a cliff, fearing the push

the rain falls, thick wet drops, hitting, splashing
the sky spits it’s rage, of thunder, anger
roaring and booming, lightning is flashing
illuminate darkness, showing danger

in these moments, i feel very alive
the stark truth appears, false becomes the real
life is not a game, not made to survive
meant to be lived, there is so much to feel

in these small pieces, i break from my shell
shake off the chains, of this self imposed hell