I rode my bike,

I cried,

I wiped off the tears,

And I continued my life.

Each day brings new promise,

Since I banished the darkness.

Hope,

A new word that’s been added to my vocabulary.

So maybe I could educate you.

Look for the good in each day.

The sunrise

The rain,

The thunder.

Nature can cry,

Rain falling from the sky,

But after,

A rainbow appears,

And the sky never looked so blue.