by Jean Aked30 Aug 2014
After the darkness, struggling to make sense
Of what has gone and what is yet to be;
That feeling in the heart , a sense of fear,
When joy has gone and there’s no guarantee
Of living day to day without the pain,
Of sailing on a far more quiet sea.
The breeze of hope still wafts by now and then;
It passes and the stillness reappears.
Looking back I believe I know the start
But looking forward through the many tears,
There doesn’t seem to be an end in sight:
That new beginning through the coming years.