The Storm

If only they knew

The way I feel.

If only they could help.

Maybe I’m helpless,

Maybe I’m blind to reality.

Maybe the help I need is closer then it appears.

Maybe I’m doomed to this life,

Or maybe I’m blessed with it.

Part pessimist and part optimist makes me human,

It’s which side that makes you better or worse.

Maybe my viewpoint was twisted

My glasses distorted.

But in the end the fog clears,

The rain stops,

Then, once through, you can see the life you missed.