I sit, alone and weary,
On a day, cold, wet and dreary,
with storm-clouds around my soul,
Forbidding me to go.
Hope is lost and light is scarce,
Blinding my path like a curse.
I feel so terribly enraged,
like a wild animal that has been caged.
and then, the storm-clouds break,
violently the water makes the ground shake,
my shackles, once locked, unlocking,
and the storm-clouds, no longer blocking,
Free me of, misery and ache.
Through the rain poors some light,
Like an Angel starting to fight,
The dark forces of Evil and Pain,
I feel a sudden urge, but restrain,
though the Angel grants me sight.
Vision and Strength to stand up again,
Braking the bounds of Fear and Pain,
I stand up, and walk away,
with my back to a world so gray,
Leaving behind my unpleasurable bane.
Menno Effern 2014