Sometimes the darkness is thick,
and a person just can't push through.
The muddy waters after the storm,
is hard to bear it's true.
Tarry not on the shoulders of pain,
stand not in the roaring winds.
Move away from dark, pouring rain.
uplift to begin living again.
Written by: Melvina Germain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem