When the time is right
When the time is right, it will be a good day. A beautiful, bright and sunny day. Neither hot, nor cold. The perfect kind of day you would like to wake up to every morning. Crisp, clean air; chirping of birds; slight cool breeze. Things like that, the small things, that make so much of a difference.
It will come, someday, I know.
There will be a bright day waiting for all of us, I know.
The only problem is the night before that morning. This long, treacherous and frightful night. Full of anxiety and depression. Wading through it is like walking in a river full of mud. Every step is a challenge. Every stride, unsure.
I hope we all get enough courage and strength to see us through this black night. When we can all witness the new dawn and enjoy the beautiful day after it. And we will, someday. Maybe not together, but wherever we will be, I'm sure the same day will come to us all. Maybe at different times, but come it will.
Until then, trudge we must.
Fight we must.
Cry we must.
Live, we must.
It will come, someday, I know.
There will be a bright day waiting for all of us, I know.
The only problem is the night before that morning. This long, treacherous and frightful night. Full of anxiety and depression. Wading through it is like walking in a river full of mud. Every step is a challenge. Every stride, unsure.
I hope we all get enough courage and strength to see us through this black night. When we can all witness the new dawn and enjoy the beautiful day after it. And we will, someday. Maybe not together, but wherever we will be, I'm sure the same day will come to us all. Maybe at different times, but come it will.
Until then, trudge we must.
Fight we must.
Cry we must.
Live, we must.
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