A poem by Togz (Paul Morgan-Thomas)
STORMS
In the storms of your life
And the chaos consumes
All rational thoughts are gone
But when the winds subside,
And there’s no place, or need to hide
Then light comes shining through
When you’re glad just to exist
And the things chos thought you missed
make you feel, regretful and empty inside
Just think,
Life is a journey, even if you have no place to go
All paths have to be tread
If you take the paths with a little thought and a smile
Then you feel no expectations or dread.
If these words seem hollow
With no sense or meaning
Keep a crystal view
One day the gates will open
And your spirit, which was broken
Will heal a poisoned mind.
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