There Is Always Light After The Storm... Poem by Philomène Perrault

They say that there is always light after the storm,
But do we really know anymore?
People wander about day by day,
Wondering if they're fading away.
Wondering if they even mean anything to anyone anymore,
Wondering if the future is even worth hoping for.

We see people who seem to have everything they want,
We see people who think that they're on the top.
And we wonder why we cant be like them,
But life is like a flower, and were only the stem.
People always fail to see the beauty in us,
Because of the petals, they make a fuss.

So we sit waiting quietly in the shadows
That the petals cast in this big lonsome meadow.
For our turn to shine bright,
After the storm, into the light.

So if there really is light after the storm,
It will soon be our turn to preform.