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.