hands shaking
and trembling shoulders
fighting to leave the body
but tied to this ribcage
intertwined with muscle and bone
the trembling spirit cries for freedom
planning its escape through
fingertips,
and lungs,
and eyes closing
to awaken this leaving
and through the eyes pours
the rain
rinsing with all its purity
curing the sickness
and blending the pain
as one with its container

and on the trembling shoulders
rains acceptance,
letting go

to convince the rivers within