through the dense fog
and raging sirens,
you always find the remedy
for my hurtling thoughts.
i thought the haze would take over,
but as we grew with the high-rise
that lustered with the strength
of 6500 stars,
you rose me above
the drowning mist and
cleansed my eyes.
at last, pure visibility.
the beauty below me glowed with resilience.
you rose up in me
more than ever before,
and my soul prepped for take-off.
now i know that
we aren't made to worry,
we are made to soar.