Life can hit you right between the eyes, <br />Knocking you back, so you must start again, <br />From the beginning one must bravely rise, <br />And try to see the sunshine through the rain. <br /> <br />The wind that blows nobody any good, <br />Is buffeting me, so I no longer think <br />In a coherent way, it's like a hood <br />Thrown over my weary head, and so I sink. <br /> <br />Why do we have to bear these sombre days <br />Of sorrow, one needs happiness and peace; <br />We suffer hurt in many tragic ways, <br />And clamour for some measure of release. <br /> <br />When one has lost someone so very dear, <br />It's hard to face the world with confidence, <br />But one thing stands out very sharp and clear, <br />So painful is the final severance. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sombre-days/
