Archive | September 2014


When the day is dark and bleak,
and tears are running down my cheek.
The air hangs in a darkened brood,
to feel your love would lift my mood.

I wish you would reach for my hand,
in warmth and maybe understand.
But your cloud is cold and bare,
no Rays of warmth that show you care.

But all I’ve weathered has made me strong,
and in my weakness I have shone.
I’ll stand alone in my own storm,
I don’t need you to keep me warm.

So in fair weather rain or not,
don’t forget what you have got.
Lift the fog and shine your light,
and everything will be alright.

©Jacqui Slade