Blue sky turns dark,
black clouds overhead
The storm is a coming
bringing feelings of dread.
A month of “success”,
Taking it all in my stride,
Telling myself I have beaten it
Turns out I lied.
The sunshine disappearing,
Replaced by thunder, lightning and rain
The suffering of my friends
Causing me so much pain.
Let the rain wash over me,
Let the storm sweep me away,
I’m stronger than you think
I will be back another day.
Suffering doubts and self pity,
It’s no longer my style.
I can handle what you throw at me,
I will beat you with a smile.
Allowing the bad days,
No more being dragged back down
No more hiding from the fight.
It’s a new day tomorrow and with it comes new light.
I’m not scared of you storm,
and the drama your bringing
I’m Garry the moose
And I’m used to winning!
One day at a time,
The storm will not last
Keep the faith in your recovery
And once more it will have passed!