Walking Through Shadows Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

When skies turn gray and rain starts to pour,
I don't want to whine, or knock on your door.
My troubles, my aches, my private despair,
I keep them inside, with a quiet prayer.

To burden my friends, or family dear,
Brings me no solace, no comfort, no cheer.
They have their own paths, their own burdens to bear,
So my own little storms, I will face them out there.

I'll let life unfold, the good and the bad,
And find my own strength, though it might make me sad.
No need for a chorus, a song of my plight,
I'll walk through the shadows, and hope for the light.