Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

Every storm runs out of rain and every dark night turns
into day.
Thats what I have heard and thats what you say.

But sometimes it takes way longer,
to get yourself out of your dark pit.
When some days you want to stay in bed,
and on others you want to look out the window
and just sit.
And all the things that once made you glad,
you have no interest in anymore.
Your friends try their best,
but you don't even open the door.

You get up everyday and try and do your best.
But the darkness still hangs over you.
Some days put you to the test.

Every storm runs out of rain and every dark night turns
into day.
Thats what I have heard and thats what you say.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .