Entrenched in the thoughts of dark despair....What can be done to help prepare?....RIvers are growing, current so deep....Surrounded by canyons and walls so steep...I try to fightit, my body is weak... Czatching my breathe, unable to speak.... As i push forward, distractions come clear... Uncovering thing I've learned to fear... Pressing issues, this rain can't last long.... Amazed how long I have been so strong....Can I take on more water to reach my dry land?.... Someplace in the sunlight where I can stand?.... Leave behind all those torments of loosiing my path... Pull away all the thing to feel my own wrath....Basking in my essence, find my true glow.... Bury that past, so too never show...........Eric Garcia...Copyright ©2009