I have to move away from this place of sadness. I have to step into the light. Feel the good warmth of life. It's waiting for me. It says, " Come join me in the sun."
I've become statuesque, like a weather worn gargoyle. Immobile under a dark tower. With the grimace of the hard long years etched into my stony face.
Let the thundering boom of the dark skies go silent. May the winds of change blow away the grey clouds. May the freeing light pierce my stone shackles and reveal this hideous creature to be nothing more than a broken thing.
Have hope mend this thing whole so it may take wing into the light of the air and off to a better place.