Scratches On My Gravestone

| Let The Sun Rain (The Revised Lie) |

I opened the door to my soul.

I opened it, and saw the clouds for the first time.

They opened up to let the sun shine through.

Golden sunshine fell on my shoulders like spring rain,

Warmed my heart and took away my pain.

A cool breeze blew softly in my ears,

Wrapping around me in a snug embrace.

Sweetened with the loving words of those staying by my side,

The air tasted like creamy honey on the tip of my tongue.

I rolled down the hill of happiness I'd found in myself.

I hope to never reach the bottom.

There's a thrillness that tingles every part of my body.

I can climb back up from the bottom and roll back down,

Over and over and over again, as many times as I want.

And I want this.

This feeling of running forward,

Running with whispers of freedom.

They echo back to me.

It's the picture of euphoria I see.

I see it after opening my eyes for the very first time,

And my soul drinks it all in gratefully,

Wanting to give back the warmth the sun has given me.

And so, I smile instead, I smile my happiness away,

A lacking alternative, but all I have left.

I smile to the heavens and send up a prayer of thanks.

For showering me with blessings again and again,

I ask the sky to rest tomorrow,

To shield me, to shelter me, to shower me with rain.