Beautiful Girl, You can do hard things.

The rolling of the thunder is quiet enough to help us see

Through the rain as it washes over me

I prance in the cleansing, and I am overcome with responsibility

As my emotions rumble through the storm starting inside my ever-foggy mind

I claw through what I can’t see, searching for the beacon that is you.

The ever-present string is pulling me along, gliding through my fingers

I’m aware of this linear exchange between the past and present

Do I dare let you go?

I know where you are, this red thread tied neatly to you.

I clench the guidance as I start to run, I can’t see you, yet I’m running along.

The thread between my fingers, the flash of light, I’ve made my way out of the storm.

I did not let go.