jail

The rain descends, as it strikes the earth, it croons a tale. I hear the winds murmured whispers in my ears, as I wail. The clouds are dim and far away, the Skye is bleak and ash gray. I spot the light it shimmers now, I try to rush, but slip in the tears as I screech, “make way!” Yet I watch it fade and diminish, back into the rainwater and obscurity, leaving me among the rejection of security. I fall to my knees, blinded by tears, looking to the heavens I weep, “Am I truly your impurity?”All my life I have wandered astray, hopeless, helpless, a simple dismay. I was told I was weak and feeble and frail .But in the end will I be a slave to my own jail?