Poetry

It will be alright

Gone in the wind,

keep on singing,

it will be alright.

Pain in your eyes,

the world wasn't kind,

but at this point

you don't mind

no more.

You will find

your way.

Putting your head

up in the air,

it seems only fair,

that life should go,

your way now,

after that pain.

You know the drill,

know your skills

and the lack thereof.

At the beginning

after it all

came crashing down

you fell

so low,

thought you would never

get up again.

But here you are,

you stood up,

you didn't move far.

There is blood still

on your fingers,

but you will

not be defeated.

Feeling the cold breeze

on your skin,

what a lovely sin.

Getting up.

Again and again.

Refusing to go down

you know now

you are worth something,

you deserve better,

then to be ignored.

You stored

all your anger

and pain.

You did so,

until you found out

that you deserve better

better, then being better.

So many days wasted,

fuming and raging,

wailing and crying.

Now you know,

that there is no point

in vengeance,

no point in all the anger

and rage.

Holding your head up high,

you face the coldest,

the longest

night.