The Light

There is always hope, keeping holding on.
There is always a light
After a storm.
It comes in any way, shape or form.
It tickles your senses,
And rebuilds your heart.
Mending every fallen piece,
And filling any gap.
It never fails to awaken your smile,
It causes brightness that lasts for miles.
While in the storm,
I never would have said
That this light would come.
But now that it has,
I can't help but feel
Anything but true happiness.
Published: 1/27/2011
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