Weathering The Storm

There have been too many nights

where I can remember thinking how nice it would be

to draw my last breath

to have my heart slowly fade to a quiet slumber

to sit in the rain, look up, and drown in something other than this sadness.


But what a fool I was

because I can stand here and tell you that

once those clouds pass

that sun blazes above

and the puddles begin to get smaller

the children come out to play.

The flowers seem to bloom even brighter.

You’ll look down at your shadow, and fall in love

with the image of it’s movement on the ground.


And you’ll feel this need to look up at the sky,

Yelling at whoever – whatever – is up there;

“I’m happy to be alive,

And you won’t be seeing me any time soon.”