Sufferers-Army

She was supposed to be right; love was supposed to win, and the world was supposed to be a loving, kind place. That's what she was told; that's what she told herself. That's what she believed. I write because I was wrong, but mostly because love and kindness isn't. I write because I still have hope, and hope does something. When I've been in so much pain, when I write this poem in pain, Hope looks me in the eyes and says "do something." Hope can't fix everything, but when hope inspires to do something... And I see I wasn't supposed to be right, I was just supposed to do something after I was wrong.

A world of crimson exploded on the canvas of the sky, and here we are standing together in the fiery flush of this strawberry sunset, with you looking as beautiful in the light as the light looks on you. You're as radiant as the sun that radiates on you like you're the prettiest star. A woman sings poetry that feels like the morning after rain when she tells her daughter that without her the sun doesn't shine, I love you too. She's broken and bent, repairing and reborn as she reaches for the stars, as we should be. Life covered her in living, with belief under harsh skies, and doubt under clear ones, she wears it like she wears her shattered heart around her soul, so beaming with life, as if Life lives only for her. There's a neverending story that rewrites the heavens every day, that story is "I love you." I want to read her mine today and everyday, so she'll know the sun doesn't shine without her either.

Suffering in the rain, while dancing under the stars. I know light will break through; that light will cast a shadow, but shadows give shade on a hot summer day, so I'll stand in that light and let the shadows fall. Love in the light and love in the dark, knowing both will come and go. The little stars twinkling in the sky, reminding me how alone we are in this cold, vast ocean makes love harder in darkness and light, knowing forever isn't coming and now is all we have—now is everything we have, and in the presence of now, I don't feel so alone. Rain pours and stars shine, as Now wraps a scarf around my neck, and in the midst of suffering, we dance on together.

Your eyes are like the rain I used to watch through my window: clear, beautiful, and magic to my heart. I know I don't know you, and I know rain's not always magic, especially that which falls from your clear, beautiful eyes, but I know the sun that's waiting above the clouds, we all do. I know you're unhappy; I can't fix that, but can I thank you for existing? Love makes me dream, dreams let me fly without wings, without leaving the ground, but dreams also let me see life, the way it should be, the way it can be, the way it is. I know I don't know you, but you make me dream, and I dream you can be happy just knowing yourself.

I wrote my first song with my head under my pillow. My heart felt like it was drowning in a salt-water lake of tears, while the rest of my body already sunk, but... it wasn't the lack of oxygen that was killing me slowly, it was the truth I had inhaled. I saw myself. Tonight the moon serenades me with that song as I recall the tears, the truth, and me. I see myself, has grown. I'm writing a new song, my heart walking on water--my tears made of joy, beauty, grace-- it's not finished, but I believe it'll end on a high note.

Just keep breathing, but every breath feels like death and I'm not ready to die, but that was a lie, I don't want to die 'cause I'm ready to live. I've only ever existed and although my fears' not lifted, they don't need to be for me to be free. My thoughts have just shifted, and I know I've been gifted: one life, one love, but only existed, never lived in that present. I lied when I said I'm ready, but ready or not I'm gonna live the one life I've got. I believe I'll breathe both life and love

Words reflected in the water as the ocean washed away yesterday. They said "You're not who you were." Once upon a time, I watered a seed with the tears from my own storm, after a simple truth flashed like lightning, and I wouldn't be the same... only because I knew I didn't want to. I would find more truths later, like a rediscovery of what unconditional love is, where to find it, and who to give it to, and to learn to stop chasing and running from that which doesn't want me. Once upon a time I tried to capture the sunset and keep it all to myself, but it started to wither, and I had to let it go. I cannot keep the sun; we all need to stand in its light. I still run to the light when the dark gets too blinding, but this time I want to share it, give it, and create it with the world, till darkness fall like the leaves of autumn, like it's meant to-- darkness isn't a bad thing; I've laid under enough shady trees know that, the shade kissing my face with unconditional love.

Starlight night, tears are shed, not alive, yet not really dead. She says in a shallow abyss "How did I let my life get like this?" Just sitting around won't make dreams come true, your dream gets accomplished by everything you do. Nothing in the front of her, nothing over her shoulder; she's not a little girl anymore, she's grown older. But she is ready to start moving on, she is ready to start being strong. She has dug a big hole for herself, but she's ready to start climbing out. Blamelessly devoted to turn her life around, but first she's got to pick herself up from off the ground. She says "I am not going to die this way! I have to make the best use of every single day!" And she is ready to start moving on she is ready to start being strong. She has dug a big hole for herself, but she's ready to start climbing out. Now she's ready for anything. Are you ready to hear her sing? She's

I just thought... that if you hold a red and orange rose above yourself on a clear day it could look like a sunset in the blue sky. Both a sunset and a blue sky. Isn't that thought better than hate? Isn't that a better use of the imagination? I hope to dream dreams that, for even a moment, bring us together, instead of tearing us down, like a row of dominoes, till the whole world be fallen. It's true, we're all crying; we, the people cry. We cry and cry from the mountain tops that make it look like it's raining down on us; we cry and we cry up a storm every single day. It's true this world is on fire, and unfortunately not even our tears from the mountain tops can put out those flames, and so true this world on fire can't dry our crying eyes. This world is on fire as we make it rain. But...at least we have each other. I rediscovered love when one of mine was almost lost, now that it's back I see so much more in a pair of eyes, hear more in a voice, feel more in a heart

There were stars where her eyes should have been, and heaven and nature sang where her voice should have been, an angel in a field of orchids, an orchid in an angels hair. It's been a lonely winter until the sky called. Walking through the storm, but tomorrow will smell so sweet. Love will find us, and dry our tears. Just like the sun. When I was a child, I made wishes on the dandelions I would blow on not knowing that life is already a wish come true, writes the person crying tearless cries everyday,—no, not you, I was talking about me, there— but I want to believe from the light that follows after pain and suffering, that it is the sunshine in the rain that always wins in the end.