A Note Of Gratitude To The Author Of My Life's Book!

Darkness lingered on for hours
Hours stretched and for days the dark clouds laced my world.
Dark lacey clouds,
thick dark clouds,
clouds of pain;clouds of sorrow,
clouds of torture and torment.
Darkness and its moments of silence,no activity.
Oh how I wished the dark clouds would fade away.
It was the first on the wishlist.
This torment and torture of darkness ought to cease,
yet I had not the power nor the courage to stop this lingering darkness.

I had heard that after the night came morning,
when would my morning be..
when would this darkness fade away..
but in the quiet and stillness of the dark,
I heard the dogs bark.
They barked so loud.
It brought me back to the realization that I was not alone.
The dogs were with me,
they felt the lingering darkness too.
Yet in the dark,
they barked because they were brave soldiers,guarding,barking,scaring and fighting the thieves of the night.
Oh what  endless moments of torture.
My strength stirs up within,
courage has found hope,
hope has found strength.
If the warriors of the night still barked though darkness lingers on,then I must certainly arise and begin my wait for the morning of my life.
Brave soldiers of the dark barked to scare away the thieves and miscreants of darkness.
Then I must arise and begin this war against my seemingly lingering dark clouds.
Even powerless,
hope stirrs up courage within me.
Courage says to begin preparations to await the morning.
Arise! Arise! Arise brave warrior of the night.
Arise determined to fight till your morning shows up.
My strength is borne in the midst of my doubts and determination to make it through my dark nights.
I must keep on till I see the morning dew.

I had lost count,
I had lost the race
I was drowned in the deep ocean of hopelessness.
Pain,tears,sad and depressing times were my only real moments.
I lay naked on lonely and dry land.
My tears dropped to give me hope.
Hope that, as the land felt wet from the tears that streaked down my cheeks,
this darkness shall fade away.

Stolen by sleep,
I lay still in the dark.
Perhaps it would be better if I kept sleeping
so all would understand that I slept whilst my darkness lingered on then I would not be judged together with others.
Then I would be assessed differently,
but whilst I slept,
I heard the birds sing their morning hymn.
I must be dreaming,
yes am sure,
it's still dark,
it can't be the birds!
Then I began to feel the warmth of the morning.
No! No! No!
It can't be.
I opened my eyes and closed it again.
When I opened it once more,
I could see the white lacy clouds forming.
The sun rose as if struggling to show.
At last the morning was here,
I quickly rose up,
wiped my tear streaken face and then
I spotted clothes scattered.
I picked the best of them all,
covering the shame of my nakedness.
Life had to go on,
the morning was here.
Beautiful morning,
bright with clear clouds.
If the birds sang a morning hymn because it was morning then I must begin the morning with a dance.
I scream out loud.
My morning is here.
I dance to the tune of my morning,
I drown in the joy of daylight,
I bask and glow with its glittering effects;
bright,beautiful,full of new beginnings and tons of opportunities.
Leaving behind the pain of the darkness I had experienced.
It would be a complete waste of time looking back.
I walk on to glory.
The glory of brave warriors,
the delight of brave soldiers and
my life's race is still on..
On the field of life..
I must keep running..
Which ever race it is I have to run till I cross the finish line and earn myself a medal to show for all my toils,struggles,perseverance, hardwork and dedication to that which I was passionate about,
With a note of gratitude to the author of my life's book!