Doctor Grandma

You Must Believe

Sometimes,

I am afraid for night to come,

The darkness surrounds,

Envelops all,

Birds go silent

Until the dawn,

People go to bed,

I am left with thoughts

That leave me feeling

Unsettled, torn,

The mind plays tricks,

the doubts emerge,

One wonders,

Is this all there is?

And that is when

The Spirit calls,

And says, “I’ve been here all along,

You must believe,

You must go on,

Dawn comes again,

Tomorrow.”

 cfblack  04-10-2014

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