“Get on now.”

Let the rain come down.
It’s a different gray.
Let the water rush in,
and distort my way.

“Get on now”
whispered like a warning
but I keep looking back,
and stumbling.

Let the sky turn black.
It’s a sure-fire storm.
Let the wind rush in,
and dismantle my form.

Spin, spin, spinning,
look at the shape I’m in,
thrashed and burned,
afraid to look up again.

Let the sky grow quiet.
It’s a rising sun.
Let the light spread itself,
and warm everyone.

“Get on now”
whispered like a warning,
and there, just ahead,
a future, unfolding.

"Get on now."