The Little Boy

The little boy,

he purred,

because for him the sun would forever shine

even in storm

and even in blizzard.

Joy held his hand and stood by him always,

and so he knew everything would be okay

in the end.

It was many years later that

the boy's sunshine,

like a bolt of lightning,

was struck and slashed

into pieces

that fell to the ground.

Joy packed her bags 

and moved out 

without saying a word of

goodbye.

And yet, somehow,

the boy still knew that everything would be okay

in the end.

Author's Note

I wrote this with a bit of optimism at the end, hope you liked it! Feel free to review~