
Its another day with expectations of sun rays, to my surprise, all that there is, is a dark cloud. Its so dark I can't see the light, it's so heavy its hard for me to move around.
It brings me grief in my heart, I can't stand this anymore. It has been a pattern,
a cycle, a sequel the ones around me only know me with it (dark cloud) they can't even see it.
It has been there ever since, and I adopted to it, I can't even see my self without it. Even though it has been long, everyday the misery is different, with different effects, affecting those around me.
I remember when the words came out, " I can't do this anymore, God take my life, I don't want to live anymore".
In my pride and way of thinking I thought it was over, on my own terms and will.
But the light that was able to pass through the cloud shown and brought me hope of life and joy again.
Passing through my failure and pride, it shone and brought me hope of change and joy again. The cloud couldn't stand it, by the word of life the cloud turned into rain , which is the joy in my heart.
The light came that I might see the truth and show me the way to peace and joy. And above all everlasting life into the light.
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