Dear God

My head is spinning. Like a saucer down the avalanche. Yet there's nothing to be afraid of except my fears....my pre assumed pre meditated fears. Snow crumbling rocks, a placid ground-a trap. On my side yet my eyes disguised. Presseing my problems down down down, gentler gentler, each flake addressed..it failed the test... No. I overcame. My flakes may fall. Float with the avalanche. Float yes float. Because while it seems they're crumbling down and out, we all hold onto the bullhorn's shout. Until at last we climb back up the rock, the flakes don't sound, each ground zero bound. A light to shine....my heart,no darts, above the clouds.yes. My apex,my strength, god, your destination surrounds.