Sunlight.

You know those moments in life?

The ones where everything is so inexplicably perfect,

Wonderful,

Great.

It all just seems to fall together.

But then out of nowhere,

It's all whipped away.

Like walking to the pool on a hot summer day,

Then there be a horrendous storm,

And no matter which way you run

You are always there,

Just out of reach of safety.

No where to run,

To hide,

There's not even any time to cry,

Because you're fighting against the rain, sleet, snow,

Whatever it may be.

You're getting stronger with every step.

Then they come along.

Come one, you know who.

The one perfect being, who makes it go away.

Your umbrella, your rock, your everything.

Then you feel the drops.

The holes, the leak.

You can't escape it.

And finally it's a downpour again.

And you're left to get soaked again,

And fight against the storm,

With the hope that one day,

Some day,

You'll reach the sunlight again.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

I believe this gives reason to why I travel so much... I'm able to avoid the rain! Most of the time that is. =)

Your ink paints a repetitively hopeless cycle to life. The last three lines speak of hope, but is it really? I've found in life that to break the cycle of storms, one must "know" deep down in their being that the sun is out there and simply may take time to reach.

Ink to make one think!
Aaron

[zainul]

You thought perfectly right that"You're getting stronger with every step.'
You are also a great optimist to state that,
"With the hope that one day,
Some day,
You'll reach the sunlight again.'
Lovely piece.