The days are dark,
Chances of a tomorrow,
Might seem narrow.
But don’t you forget,
We’ve been at the cusp before too.
But the sun has always shone through,
The gloomy despair filled skies.
Sitting depressed in the isolation,
Surrounded by the walls,
Some brick, others mental.
Your vision might be limited,
But do remember,
The night is darkest,
Before the day comes.
And the light shines,
The brightest it has ever has.
Let me tell you a story.
There once was a man,
There once was a time.
When the skies,
Didn’t see the sun,
For many Julys.
For all that time,
Humanity, like today,
Seemed it would be done for good.
This man who was terrified,
Had been in his basement,
That had no windows and,
No sight of the outside world.
All this time,
Would daily imagine that,
The world had ended today.
Well, why would he not?
It had been so long,
He hadn’t seen any living soul,
Not his family, nor his friends.
He was running out of air,
Out of food and water supply.
Now the day had come,
He had made up his mind.
He had been all alone,
For such a long while,
That there wasn’t,
Even a sound in his head,
Telling him otherwise.
But, just when he had
Taken off all these clothes,
To make a rope,
For a noose,
To hang himself,
He heard a knock on the door.
He was terrified.
He hadn’t heard a sound,
In what seemed a lifetime.
He gathered all the courage,
Of which there hardly was any.
As he opened the door,
He couldn’t, couldn’t see anybody.
Just before he closed the door on life,
There was a poke on his feet.
There was a bird,
He had never before seen.
The bird grabbed the man,
And flew him to the sky.
A sky bluer than ever,
The sun at its brightest,
And told him,
“The world still lives
And you are alive “.
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