Some days there are no happy ever afters
No pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
Inside the cloud- no silver linings
Some days the tears we weep fill the reservoirs of our soul
The magnitude of our pain and suffering is beyond remedy
Inside our heart is bereft and broken beyond repair.
Some days suffering sadness and shades of sorrow are all there is
And we must carve a new understanding of the world we know
Find a new way to find a glimmer of hope.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
I wrote this last week when despair was at times overwhelming. I still believe in happy ever after- it is in my nature.
Much love. XXX