Storms of Transition

The days are long, the destination unseen,
The night is cold and the heart unkeen,
The will is tested, my strength long gone,
Naysayers abound, they deride and mourn.

Striving alone, like a one-man band,
Suffering in silence, no one to understand,
The soul is vexed, which path to pursue?
Little do I know what mayhem will ensue.

Whimsical storms of life, we must endure,
With steadfast hope and a lively faith so pure,
I kneel till the storm above passes me by,
A humble spirit, of industry I’m not shy.

Not a flawless soul, errors many I’ve made,
With penitence I hope, my sins may fade,
From the depths of grief and despair,
I reflect and cry for relief and repair.

Not for time to rewind for things to be the same,
Just for people to heal and cease the blame game,
Life’s so short to live with regret and pain,
So let only life’s brightest colours remain.