A New Day. A New Tomorrow

From one's storm, comes its ease From one's struggle, come its peace. All the while, A piece of paper is whisked away. Quick it was, One never knows when it's coming. As you see yourself flying, soaring high in the air. You realize, you are walking. Stepping from your despair. Yes, from despair comes a loop's hole. A space you must take to go through. And as you pass, the hole begins to break into. Then. You realize it was not a gift from the hole, nor Despair's retreat. It was you, me, all of us, pushing on till our last feat. Without you, a loss Without me, a loss Without each other, Indeed, a loss. ... At last, we stand tall, each of us smiling we are here. Smiling for we now. do not hold the hand of fear. And as you, I, we walk the walks and ways. We shall see and remember... it is now A new day.