Through the darkness my soul does drift
Through the sands of time my hands do sift
Searching for answers to give my spirit a lift
They will not be offered to me as a gift
All of a sudden I'm hit with piercing shards of light
They break through the darkness and offer to me my sight
Though it does not tell me whether im wrong or right
I feel more at home than when in the depths of night
An eye that is stuck inside a darkened room
Has no use to it's owner who can only assume
When the light returns they'll see the flowers bloom
But they'll always fear that time when the shadows loom
You have to take the bad times with a pinch of salt
Understand they'll never cease and they will never halt
Realise it's not your weakness it is not your fault
Know you cannot change it you cannot affect the result
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have to take the bad times with a pinch of salt. Very fine. I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.