This poem is of course a metaphor for something in my life but also a general advice. It has the same theme as the large painting I am working on as well.
Now it's depths are shown
As the mist settles
Wet, on a soft fresh bloom
Still, some stars shine bright
A heavy gloom weighs down
A cold wind instills
Awakening senses
Two poor beings stir
Lively in their struggle
Endure shaking earth
Trembling like their small hearts
No life arises
Until the breaking light
Clouds part quietly
As they wait in a fright
If the Sun rises
Would it not be in vain
What they might enjoy
Before the storm again?
It could not be so
For without deep shadows
Light would have no path
To make glow what's needed
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