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.”