Poem: Friday Night

I’m up against the rage of the storm

I’m determined to make it on my own

And I want you to know that
I’m willing and I’m able to endure the suffering
that only brings out the best in me
I’ve dreamt of better days
and I’ve made it through worse nights
I’ve reached for your hand to help me through
and all I’ve found is your face behind closed eyes
I’m only getting stronger, going through this alone
because every little bit of suffering
brings out the best in me

Every little bit

Every little bit of suffering

Brings out the best

From within the soul

And the depths of the heart

Are revealed to the world

Thru every little bit of suffering

Little bit of suffering

Every little bit of suffering

Can break the heart

And tear the soul

but in the end

Each and every broken piece

falls back into place

Because every little bit of suffering

Brings out the best in me

©18 July 2005