Morning Yawns~

As the sun creeps over the mountains, I sit here, shallow in my conscience wondering if forgiveness exist within our human faith. Only to be blinded by the cave that life has me trapped in. Stumbling over these rocks and plundering into what could be an endless abyss. I feel as if I deserve the weight crushing my every movement followed by a diminishing guilt trip but connecting relevant thoughts I seem to realize that even on a sunny day rain can trail behind but standing in the storm will do no better than walking blindly in a cave. The moral of the story is that, "There's a light at the end of every cave tunnel."