Beam

Sometimes in these jostling days

You feel so empty and numb

Where you just want to crawl and daze

You feel so faded, sunk.

Wishing for something

You are not even sure it exists.

Maybe tomorrow the storm will pass by

And the sun will smile

Or maybe it’ll be another stormy day.

But you  will return home

Maybe not today

But tomorrow the sun will save your shine

for when it’s your time to beam.

 

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