Breaking the Cycle
The Naked King

Dark Before Dawn

Sometimes,
When driving through the rough terrain,
Not thinking that the sun will ever disappear,
You come upon a tunnel.

Sometimes,
When walking through the beautiful hills,
Not expecting the bright day to turn dark,
A storm blots out the blue skies.

Sometimes,
While cozily reading in a warm glow,
Not anticipating the lamp will blink off,
An outage plunges light into darkness.

Remember,
There's a light at the end, forge ahead.
A rainbow will appear, keep looking up.
One small candle can dispell the dark.

Always,
Be the light.

Pops Blair, 2017

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