( image from Delawer omar paintings/
She was crawling in a bottomless pit of agony
There was nothing to hold on to
other than her wet pillows in darkness
and nothing to see other than her own bleeding heart.
The past was with full of traumas
even, love was like a kiss of Judas
She was crawling on earth of despair
nothing to climb on….
And to hear nothing other than her own helpless cry
As she started to faint in her hopelessness
on’ a wing and a prayer’….opened her eyes…
she saw a dark cloud,warm and fuzzy,
it was scary for her dubious eyes,
it came down as a deluge,
carried her away to a smoky hill
It whispered…….I have
nothing to offer other than my own heart
but I can make you ‘walking on air’.