Adrift

I had all the right to rage
When the hurricane swept me off
And threw me deep inside the cave
But I didn’t…not for long
Instead I learned that my soul could spark colours
And the darkness became my canvas

I had all the right to be jaded
When the mountain crumbled down on me
And buried me under rocks and sticks
But I didn’t...not for long
Instead I made them my anchor
And I learned to walk and run again

Now as I drift alone in this sea
Looking at the blue, blue sky
With clouds that kept changing shapes
Teasing me with images of places far, far away
And you know.. I have all the right to sink
But I won’t… not just yet
Because this is my cue to soar

And for that I thank You..
For all the bad jokes that make me stronger
And help me to learn to laugh harder
And I knew deep down that it was all
Your prerogative.