by Timothy Lamar Bronson

Clouds roll in without warning,

Soon the rain will begin.

Forgotten protected feelings escape

and reveal their powers.

Pain strikes with no sympathy.

Negative urges enter the forefront,

I brace myself for the fall.

Within moments I'm wounded and alone.

My heart cries out but no one hears.

I battle to retain self.

Then, the rain begins.

Suddenly the strength of blessings emerge.

I'm then lifted to the necessary level.

The pain becomes a memory.

Old wounds become new revelations.

Self is restored and glorified.

A smile starts the uplifting,

As the rain begins to cease.

Uplifting by Timothy Lamar Bronson

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