Where do we look to when the sky’s all blue?
Where in our hearts the thunder looms...
Sometimes it feels like you’ve been forsaken;
perhaps unceremoniously left behind.
Most of the time you’ve lost all the reasons
logical to your brilliant mind,
What was once celebrated now remains
But, not dilapidated nor decrepit.
Knowing not of your situation, not understanding,
all I offer is sympathy and one fine ear.
Oh, Autumn babe, belong not to the Winter for
here lay a warm breast that is due you.
One day you might stumble upon a reason
that lightens your trudge forth.
but like human is err bound, fail you it might -
Will you be beaten down on your trial of faith?
The trick here lies within the testament of strength,
not labor, but at heart, oh the frail heart.
If you are willing, you will be rewarded,
If you look up, with your mind's keen eye.
Rediscovering yourself may seem a herculean task;
a labyrinth, even,
but Elysium lies ahead, a Gordian knot bereft.
It takes time, surely, never, never, an impossibility.