Letter

This soul of mine cries out for just one ray of hope.

One possibility of sunshine.

Too long has the dark cloud of mother earth surrounded my being,

Dousing the flames of your spirit.

Yet without her I would not exist.

For under the veil of her darkness I was borne free of the chains of love,

Allowing others to take heed my voice in ways only I dreamed possible.

Even upon shun and disapproval

I strove to express the thoughts you were too afraid to reveal.

That which you bottle inside weighs heavily on my chest,

Inhibiting my will to live.

Yet, the possibility still exists that you will discover

My secret to support.

And when you feel all is lost and seek my assistance,

I will still bear upon my shoulders all that poisons our lives.

For without you, I would not be.

And without me, you would surely die.

Although I feel nothing, I know that you feel everything.

It is for this reason I close and hope for that ray of light

To brighten your eyes,

And show you the way.

--Wes Kipler