Drops of water drizzle on my shoulders
As I stand in the rain.
They roll down my arms,
And off, to the cold street at my feet.
Leaving nothing behind.

Stress pounds and beats on my shoulders,
As I walk through life.
It doesn’t roll off or go away.
It always lingers.
Always leaving pain and misery.
It pressures and pushes until the weight is unbearable,
And I collapse under the immensity.
It is like life itself is riding on me,
Doing all it can to fail me.

Then I look up,
Instead of at the dark path.
Of which the world seems so entranced with.
I look to God, to His Son, and to the future.
They all promise so much.

The stress seems to lose all authority over me.
It withers and lightens,
And I am able to stand.
Stand in the light that is so close.
So close, yet so far from the eyes of the world.
Those eyes that are blinded by the lust of power.
But by looking up I bring that light closer,
Closer to those around me.
I find myself able to lighten
and loosen the bands that bind others.

So look, and never be afraid to be alone.
Never be afraid to be the only one with a smile,
Maybe even a laugh.