Inks on papers

We think
we’ll never cope again
too much sorrow
too much pain,
darkness through every doorway we go
we think that, but how do we know?

time has an offset to get back on track
and life has a habit of changing its tack
and suddenly
when the sunrise blinds you
it is then that you, find you
brand new
and ready to go.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.