Pulse

The brightest days are sometimes chased by the darkest of skies.
The silence in the deep blue canvas chases weakness and abandons the spirit of hope.
Don't fret with you lose a battle, just remember for what you fight.
Hold on to desire, continually crave this drive.
Let it lace through your veins, allow your passions to help you thrive.
If only you could see your current low will be tomorrow's high.
Despite your despair with this coursing from your heart, even catastrophe is conquerable.
Look up at the dark painted heavens & let them swallow you whole.
Condone the silence to conceal your pain.
Taken.
Hidden.
&
Repaired.
Silence in His presence.
The unavoidable;White washed rooms and words that explain.
Suddenly your veins close. Hope is barricaded.
Forbid this rift, and demand passion to be consistent.
Forfeit your soul to the scariest of skies, not all is lost my sweet love.