It's All Good

a poem by thenorm

The rain hangs

Thick

In the air

As the morning

Sun

Slowly breaks

Across the sky.

The winter wind

Sticks

to me

As I find my way

Thru

The Truth

And the Lies.

Where are the words

That haunt me,

That want me,

Urge me on?

Where is the laughter

That I hear,

Playing in my ear?

I trudge on,

Forge thru,

Filter past

The past.

For evey sunset

I have seen,

The sun

Has risen again

And helped me

Find my friend.

For evey raindrop

Falls,

I have heard

The Call.

I walk on,

Head held high.

At last, I feel

I can really sigh.

I stare out

Upon the glittering

Sea.

It's all good

Or

At least it will be.