never surrender

was for my husband, now is NOT

When it rains, it often pours,
But water makes things grow
And someday soon, the plants will bloom,
Although it may seem slow.
         
Ultimately, color will imbue
And things won’t seem so dark,
But from a more essential view
The hole becomes a scar.

Even though the wound is seeping
Anger and confusion,
Remember- We’re eternal;
All this pain is an illusion.

2006