I know it

sometimes feels

like the darkness

will never fade

And even if

the sun rises

Its heat sears us

to the bone

I know it

sometimes feels

like the flowers

won't

sprout

And even if

petals do bloom

they'll shrivel up

and leave behind few

I know it

sometimes feels

like the river

ran dry

And even if

its still running,

the water flows

rapidly vicious

But eventually

sunset will come

the perfect temperature

to sit and watch

Eventually

the winter will bend

and the flowers will finally

grow again

Eventually

the stream will slow

with just enough water

to lend you hand

Eventually

things will end

and maybe it hurts

there's no need to pretend

In reality

we'll be okay

as the last ones arriving

and the last ones to stay.

Aria Ashtri
(134 words)