In the labyrinth of uncertainty, do you feel?

The weight of change, the storm's fierce appeal.

In this new chapter, amidst the unknown,

Where shadows dance and seeds are sown.

Losing something, or someone dear,

Will the sun rise again, to make it clear?

To illuminate what's crystal in the dark,

To guide your steps, to leave a mark.

Good things do come, they say it's true,

To your doorstep, to make you new.

Change is constant, it's the grand design,

But the storm may rise, a mountain to climb.

How do you suffer, knowing it'll be strong?

How do you extend your hand, where you belong?

Knowing what's more to lose, what's more to win,

In the dance of fate, where do you begin?

Where's the sun, you plead in despair,

Not a god, nor universe, to answer your prayer.

Yet you were promised, never to be blind,

So where's the light, the beacon, to find?

In loss, they say, something new will rise,

Big or small, an unexpected prize.

Old or new, it's a chance to grow,

To find something worth the ebb and flow.

Let the sun rise again, with its golden hue,

And may its light be enough, to guide you through.

For in the heart of the storm, there's hope to gain,

A promise of peace, amidst the rain.

~ JesskyaBradbury