Sometimes we can not see the light, because we do not believe
I have been to the darkest recesses of the mind
and I know what it feels like
to come home again ..
I love you .. Jazz xx
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
...you are one of those "brightest lights" that I speak of in this poem...the darkest trials produce.. read more...you are one of those "brightest lights" that I speak of in this poem...the darkest trials produce the brightest lights...our characters are changed...we emerge with a little bit more wisdom...the dross having been removed...and we inspire and comfort others...and Jazz, I love you too...:)
"Consider the Storm"
“And once the storm is over you won’t remember
how you made it through, how you managed to survive.
You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is.. more..