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 have decided to link this up to d’verse for open link night. I wrote it at a very key low point last year just as I discovered I had once again become ill with a flare of Ulcerative Colitis, the first since 2012. Last week I think I hit an even lower point in my life, the disease refusing to go into remission and being forced to give in and go back on to high dose steroids. I am climbing back out of the hole. I have managed to keep working, and that in itself is an achievement and we take our crumbs where we can find them.
I wrote this early November when despair was at times overwhelming. I still believe in happy ever after- it is in my nature.
Much love. XXX
