THIS STAGE SHALL PASS by Elizabeth Okon

THIS STAGE SHALL PASS
 by Elizabeth Okon


Dedication

I dedicate this short poem to the Abused, the Rejected, the Neglected and to those who have no one to call their own.

This Stage Shall Pass:

Four days may seem four years,
A night may feel like seven months long,
Light may dim and darkness glows,
Many may come and none may stay,
Life may be furious,
And seems all is lost,
Know that, this stage would be over.

Some stage comes,
So we have stories to tell,
That life isn't all rosy,
It could be tough too,
Cry if you can,
You can't take all to heart,
And wish not to explode sadness.

You will smile soon,
I promise you that,
For it could feel like decades
Yet it don't last long,
Open your heart to love,
For it mends
And can't destroy,
Though many may take advantage of you,
Now,
For having no one to call your own,
We are in this stage together,
It will go and not come back.

The new dawn is tomorrow,
Let's live to see it,
For it is more sweeter in joy,
Than in pains,
And some may wonder,
"How did she just make it."
And you would say,
"Life happens, life gives stories,
So we could tell."
But for the moment,
Relax!
Your sicknesses would be healed,
And this stage shall pass.