Just working the cobwebs out.

The clouds a rumble, they seethe and storm, as through the mist they come in form. The horsemen, baring steely down their gazed affixed against my rooted ground. Pull up sharp; the pain in my chest beats wildly, madly, a beast to be let, a gaze is locked, an iced chill slides melting betwixt the fire in our eyes. I strain against the bonds held fast by the wishes and wants that have long since past and in that mirror reflected back a reel plays the highlight into the sputtering blackness of tears that bred the storming seas of wanton love and un-chased dreams, of boats that were built and never sailed, on friendships grown but left to stale. A catch in my throat, my sad scream dies, his hand reaches forth to grasp my prize. A battle rages, to fight or to lose, to relinquish the pain which deepens the bruise or to hold it fast to my heaving breast and endure the abuse and in that battle I'm transported again to the carefree memories of childhood games, a moment of light, a glint and flash, the coin of choice spins bright and fast loaded with promise and decision we stare, each silently hoping that triumph is theirs. And with a jolt my eyes fling wide, a gasp escapes as hope returns, the reel flickers black and the calm is churned. My head is lifted, the beast is at rest, as the horseman's hand retreats to his chest. A breath and a nod are all that's left as into the torrent they ride abreast, with a lightning streak and a thunder clap the four dark figures ride into the dwindling gap. A shudder is brought as the gray retreats as through the clouds the sun now peaks. Weakness overcomes as I fall to my knees my eyes are raised as with the sky I beg and please for the blessing and beauty of another day. To see through the darkness the light that shines beyond the scope of yours and mine, to find favor with the ones you love and beg forgiveness from the ultimate above. To see in ourselves not failure or pain but to abide in the innate goodness that exists once again.