every pain has a time,
once we learn to fly,
they don’t matter,
feel insignificant and
like a distant hazy reminder
of a once “forever”gone by…
Once the rays of the sun
breaks the cold bitter night
We rise stronger after each fall,
we grow,We mature..our wounds heal..
This is called experience,
for it forms who we are…
This is nature -that peolpe change,
in attitude, reactions and perception,
yet we always strife for a better tommorow..
unaware of the path ahead
yet schooled from our past pains….
like a gaurdian angel they follow us
making us strong,preparing us for fight..