There are dark days,
gray days filled with rain,
when all the news is bad
and every muscle in my body aches.
Days when joy seems drained from me,
days when all seems lost,
until....
Until I see that gift to me.
That sun that shines for me alone.
That beacon guiding me
toward happiness,
which hits me like a lightning strike.
Until I see your smile.
The darkness breaks
and life seems beautiful again,
and I am shielded
by your joyful countenance,
tranquil and content.
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Animus, poetry from the veil
PoetryPoems of mystery, imagination, and self-discovery. Love, heartbreak, revelation, and celebration are presented in this very personal collection of verse. The poetry encompasses a variety of poetic styles, each tailored to convey emotional impact and...
