I wrote this while sitting at my computer, and it was another rainy day. I saw some mist coming off the hills nearby, and I could not help but write.

The rain keeps falling.
I can hear nature calling.
The wind through the trees is blowing.
Steam off the mountains is rising.
I want to go out running.
In it reveling and playing.
I cannot bring myself to go out.
I sigh and look back to my bed tired.
At the glass of my window I am staring.
Trying to push thru the pain I am suffering.
To be able to do what others do I am wishing.
The thoughts through my mind are realing.
My body is alive with what I am feeling.
To do or not to do is the question?
I look within myself for some sort of answer.
My mind only gives me doubt and frustration.
My heart gives me love and courage.
My soul is full of longing and searching.
I take a deep breath from my introspection.
Again, I realise no simple answers are forthcoming.
Yet the rain keeps on falling.
Nature keeps on calling.
Life keeps on going.
The wind keeps on blowing.
I will keep on striving.