Through the Storm
It's raininy, it's windy, and the power have gone out.
The storm is going, but it won't last.
The storm is there to clean up the trash that's left.
The storm is an expression of how we feel about our lives: anger, frustration, disappointment, hurt, resentment.
Try to move forward but it's always something in our way.
It's storms like this that brings out the best and the worst in people.
It helps you really appreciate the little blessings in life,
Not get so caught up in what you don't have and foucs on what you do have.
The storm is there to test our strength, to sepreate the weak and the strong.
To see how well we handle adversity.
Without the strom we'll just rest in the sun and remain complacent.
With the storm, ideas spark and new inventions occur.
Copyright © Mario Walker | Year Posted 2018
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