What you came for

Feel bad

Feel lonely

And marvel

For you can feel

Breathe in

As the morning sun showers you with splendid light

Warm and new as it can ever be

Cry

Your tears won’t go waste

Your pain will paint

Fresh strokes

in that vast landscape inside you

The colors

not just orange or white

but black and brown and darkened red

Give meaning to just enough of the besieging things

that need to mean something to you.

The horizon may not always be clear

But

though faded or bright

the sky will always have

some shade of blue

And the wind

after struggling to be

will always

chime the windchime

swaying with perfect solitude

beckoning you

And if you know to time it right

the chai cup with its glorious fumes

will burn your lips just right

Sit. Take a sip.

Smile. Hear the wind sing.

What you do now

is what you are

That is exactly what you came for.