As I looked outside, the weather
matched within.
My heart cried out, but
I heard no one.
I felt no one.

As I looked inside, my mood
attempted to match
what I was seeing.

It seemed bleak,
unforgiving,
not forgetting,
with\ out hope or
light.

But as I continued to look
within, and without
I realized that
the choice
is mine.

The hope is mine.

I have to create it,
nurture it,
offer it all it needs.

The inner spinning
brought out
the life I was
needing at that
moment.