Rainy Nights but Sunshine Ahead

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Rainy Nights but Sunshine Ahead

Was it true when they said the storm doesn't last for a night?

Where do I turn when things just won't get right?

I ignored all the warnings, and that hasn't done anything but land me in a puddle.

My face is soak and wet with tears, and I've found myself, neck high in trouble.

Many tears I've cried, and I've spent many nights wondering why.

Why am I at this crossroad, and why are the smiles passing my by?

I want it fixed, but I want it to be fixed microwave fast.

I tried it quick and easy, but it was all wrong and the good feeling didn't last.

The further I get into the future, the more sorrow I feelt about my jacked up past.

The growth, the speed bumps, the lessons, and how to take the good with the bad.

I never did like the rain because of the misty winds, and the bitter rain.

All the cold, and raindrops reminds you of a stinging pain.

You can't strength from your weakness if you don't know how to wear the correct rain gear.

You'll never know how to face your opponent if you can't face a small fear.

Today my opponent's thoughts did get the best of me.

I let her speak when I should of taken the safer and planned strategy.

I'm not a kid anymore, so rain, rain, go away no longer works.

When I grew up, and began having to answer for myself, that nursery rhyme lost all of its perks.

I've cried more this week, and it only lets me know how weak I really am, and how much more I have to grow.

I'm learning more about me, my emotions, and the person I once believed to know.

The rain will fall, but that doesn't mean that you have to stay down.

 Find a way to be a little happy in the storm, because soon it will be over, and there won't be anything but sun around.

 

October 24, 2009

 

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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