The air hung heavy and jagged clouds lay thick upon the horizon
The colorless daylight was penetrated in the gray sky
Hours seemed like days.
The tempest was brewing within.
The oars could not be worked in the fearful tempest,
But my life ebbs from me with a new hope shining
through the fears.
I moved on and on.
Fears no longer dragged me to the endless abyss
I buried them deep and dry.
The road is as clear as the morning sunshine after the teeming rain.
New hope knifed the negativity
It is the glorious death of the dead thoughts
It is an end of the burden of the flesh and,
their labors and sorrows ended,
to depart into eternal bliss.
