I keep walking along black stones as white snowflakes keep coming down, as blue rain falls from the sky, I keep feeling this red sharp shooting pain agitating every cell of my body.

I keep facing red sharp shooting pain escalating in every white dark inch of my skin, not knowing where to turn, not knowing where to ask for help when I feel completely helpless, when I am holding on by a tiny little strand.

When my pink heart breaks into two, I keep finding I capture that blue bird chirping inside my ear to keep going, to keep from falling apart to the cold black ground.

I get a little bit stronger holding onto my inner gold lion roaring loudly knowing that I will make it through this red agitating pain, knowing that I have a blue golden stone letting out holding on to that little piece of strand to keep me up straight, to keep me from falling piece by piece on the ground.