Rainy Thoughts Poem by Spirit Music Hope

The warmth of steaming coffee can no longer woo
The chilled soul that lingers, ice-cold and blue,
A peculiar frost, brought forth by time's embrace,
Envelops the dreamer, addictive yet woeful... a sorrowful chase.

Endless running, hiding, retreating afar,
But how long must this dance go on, to find peace's tranquil star?
Glimpses of the moon unveil concealed emotions,
Sarcastic rays of light upon a wayward shadow's devotion.

Lost, perhaps, but how can something be lost
When it has not yet been found, no matter the cost?
Is it failure to surrender, to let go and release?
To choose the path of detachment, seeking inner peace?

No beauty in stumbling, no joy in descent,
No amusement in falling, no rapture present.
Easier it seems to rise on the shoulders of others,
Easier to plummet, guided by self-belief, soul's true druthers.

Yet, is this the foundation, the path to our dreams,
To forsake oneself, in pursuit of hollow schemes?
To abandon principles for ephemeral gain,
Is this the way to achieve, the path to sustain?

How long must one uphold their sacred decree?
Inevitably, it shall all come to an end, one day to be free.
No heroes in this age, some cower, hide their plight,
Should one too embrace the falsehood, resigning to the night?
Missteps outnumber virtuous deeds, it's true,
For in wrongdoing, options aplenty, a daunting view.
BUT, what is gained through deceitful acts and means,
Shall never bring sincere joy, it forever teems.

Today, strange as it may seem, I care not for the crowd's discourse,
For now, a lightness fills me, a sight or a person, a joyful force.
No desire to retreat, no pull to escape or run,
Instead, seizing the chance to savor each remaining sun.

Unanswered questions and answers in doubt,
Yet, this conversation, perhaps the quietest, I dare not flout,
Indeed, the burden lifted, a weight off my chest,
My vocabulary falls short, but this I must confess,

Tranquility of mind and peace can be found,
In the overlooked, the minuscule, on fertile ground,
We confuse ourselves, disturbing our own grace,
Disturbed by the noise of others, their clamorous space.

Right and wrong lie within our own volition,
I must reiterate and convince myself of this position,
One thing remains paramount in my identity's core,
My principles, my bedrock, nearly abandoned before.

I almost succumbed, fell prey to the fall,
Relinquishing beliefs, surrendering all,
But now I realize, what would be left of me,
Nothing at all, a desolate sea.
I know that for now, a semblance of delight,
And in the days to come, sorrow's resolute might.
I shan't avoid it, accept it I must,
Certain things I can't alter, fates' eternal thrust.

Like Prometheus, forever dying, forever reborn,
A cycle of endlessness, an unbreakable bond,
Though it may seem a curse, if one cannot accept,
Yet in this realization, I find joy, no regret.

For it is not impossible to love, to cherish what can't be obtained,
Though it may sound cliché, a truth ingrained,
I shall continue to love, despite the schoolyard jeer,
Yes, it may be 'high school, ' but my heart holds it dear.