Solace in the Sound

Behind my face,
There is a door
that begs to be opened,
There is a conversation
that begs to be had.

Within my soul,
There is a part of me
that only wakes when it's raining,
There is a way of breathing,
A way of being,
that surfaces in damp air.

There is solace in the sound,
Of the sky falling down,
There is solace in the sinking,
Of my feet in the ground.

There is truth,
There is hope,
In the sky shifting,
From light to dark,
Dark to light.

Beyond my eyes,
There is a window
that begs to be opened,
There is a song
that begs to be heard.

On the surface of my skin,
There is a wall
that begs to be broken,
There is an empty house,
An empty room,
that begs for the living.

There are no visitors.

But there is solace in the sound
Of the sky falling down.