The Darkness is past

Each one of us always has questions, those things that always burn through our mindsโฆ. And we keep saying to ourselves; โif my misery could be weighed, if you could pile the whole bitter loads in the scale, it would be heavier than all the sands of the seaโฆ.. Is it any wonder that Iโm screaming like a caged cat โฆ.. Life has clumps the whole works on me โฆ.. Did you see what nature has dished out for me? More than enough to turn on the pages, everything in me is repulsed by it and they make me sickโฆ Where is the strength to keep my hope up? What do I have to keep me going? Do you ever think am made of iron? Or do you ever think I can pull myself up by my bootstraps? Why, I donโt even have any bootโฆ. So fickle as a gulch in the desert, one day theyโre gushing with water from melting ice and snow, cascading out of the mountain but by midsummer, theyโre dry gullies baked dry in the sunโ. But the truth is, no one can actually live without the dark side of Life but we can live a...