All The Lights

Finding who you are when you least expect it.

 There is glory in the aftermath.

When the storm has lifted, but the waves have crashed.

When the tables have shifted, but their legs collapsed.

For not until all the lights are out...

do we find ourselves.

Not until the dark has fallen, do we truly learn to fight.

To hold our heads above the shadows, and crawl for the light.

to reach up and say "I will not be ignored." 

There is glory in those morning rays.

Above the trees, through the haze.

For sometimes it's darkest just before dawn.

When we feel we cannot carry on.

Walking through silence, and starless nights.

Through pitiless valleys in the shadows of their heights.

When we're standing up to the gates of hell.

For not until all the lights are out..

do we find ourselves.

Reviews

[Craig2591]

Very inspirational an encouraging. It reads well, too.

[Sami Khalil]

A very good and well written poem...Bravo...........

[Kat Blair]

Thank you:)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).............

[ANM]

Darkness still holds a place deep within our being from the earliest of days! Great write again really enjoyed reading it!

[Kat Blair]

Thank ya. I wrote that for someone very special to me when he was struggling.

[ANM]

You are very welcome!

[Coyote Poetry]

You said a lot in the short poem.
"When we're standing up to the gates of hell.
For not until all the lights are out..
do we find ourselves."
We must reach bad places to find what we need and who we are. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kat Blair]

So far I've found it to be true. And thank you for reading it

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I found this to be inspirational and vivid...
in its entirety...the rise of the lines...
as you keep us in as a reader...
the expressiveness of this echoes...

[Kat Blair]

Thank you for reading:)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...