Beneath

 When the Sun goes Beneath a cloud, the moon invisible,

My struggle remains a mystery,

Full of unseen wounds.

The uncertainty, the fear, the aches add to the agony,

The dark dead end, cries and moans, add to the misery.

How long can this go on, this Beneath the World feeling,

From rock bottom, the way is only up, like soaring birds,

Like a kite flying, child smiling at the first step, a bear hug,

Like a movie hero bashing the bad men, a soulful song.

The present, a present of the Will of the omnipresent,

The tide has turned, tempest gone, cool breeze conquers,

The scars still fresh, but will heal soon, count the blessings,

You have glorious plans to rise from Beneath to Brilliance.