Road to freedom

Staring through the window of my house, looking outside, the sky is dark and it is raining helter skelter. Then i wonder what if this rain should just wash away all the sorrows of this world. Can it be possible? I wish it was, i would have run outside and cleanup all the painful memories that still haunt my life. But it is all in my imagination, it will never happen the way i want it. But as am still standing watching every drop of water that hits the ruthless world, i understand that somehow we still have hope of regaining the lost love that vanished beyond the blues. My fragile heart is crying and yearning for a new hope, a better day. Strong winds penetrate through my window revealing the bitterness and anger. I know that love exist inside me, in my soul, in my heart but i have hidden love in the depest part of my heart, thrown away happiness and opened the door to sorrow and loneliness. Yet i have the power to make everything possible, i dont need rain to wash away my sorrow. '' i know there is a hero that lies in me, with the strength to carry on, though is a long road and the world seems to be unfair, i can still make it''. Still watching and counting the drops of rain, i breath a sire of realief, knowing my road to freedom is almost near.