November
Those are the illusions
So there is truth to loneliness
And I’ll drink to that
There are tiny islands
of silence, smiles and bliss
Dispersed in an ocean of sparcity
And possibilities
Each wave challenging the one before
Before it arrives to the shore
Reality is terra firma
After a bout of heavy storms
At open sea
And every little sailor
of the ship called My Soul
Becomes a captain, overwhelmed by bravery.
Sometimes little words, little thoughts
Count for so much
Sometimes tiny glimpses of hope
Send sunshine through the clouds
And if I remain long enough to see
I believe I can be
Someone who is strong
and if it makes a difference,
It means a world of a difference for me.
