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where is my rainbow?
our eyes are open yet we are blind
riding the winds of life, traveling the sands of time
searching the forest, seeking the right paths
stumbling.....so lost and confused
ahead a fork in the road, how do I know which to choose
silhouettes playing games with my eyes
is everything I see just an illusion?
all that I feel ....is it a cruel game?
as darkness Descends.....all around me
the creature of doubt devouring me
an angel of mercy calls out to me
life is an up hill climb....but there is another side she whispers
weary from the roads I have traveled
wondering why the terrain had to be so harsh
scared to take the next hike in the woods
afraid to be lost and alone yet.......... one more time
black clouds of despair surround me
thunder roars out paralyzing me
cold winds chilling my soul
a heart.... rain drenched in agony
is there anyone out there, who will one day keep me warm?
will I find shelter, will my journeys ever lead me home?
I wander aimlessly along another path
knowing only that after the storm a rainbow will appear
having a weary uphill kind of day... so this one hit home. good poem. may we all find rainbows. eric
Indeed, rainbows are signs of faith and hope. And whatever happens in our lives, this famous cliche will never lost its power to motivate us: "There are always rainbows after the rain."