Darkness, Your Finest Hour. Poem by John Clayton
Darkness, Your Finest Hour.
In your darkest hour, opportunity will arrise.
Become your finest hour, like a flower, reborn, rebirth.
Caterpillar, catapulted high, crash landing, totally blinding,
confusion, no illusion.
No way, there is a way, transform.
Butterfly arrises, life surprises.
Grow those wings, fly high, survive, thrive.
Transformation, revelation,
now master of your own fate.
Never to late
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