Holding On

I'm still holding fast to that distant sunlight. I have to keep thinking, "after rain there's always a rainbow, right?" Maybe there's clouds that are blocking it's colors, swallowing it's beauty in it's foggy terrain. Those clouds are ringing themselves out, and sending a descending deluge of rain that splatters the streets and car windows. I look out . . . just gray skies and mud puddles. The small ounce of hope I have resigned myself to shrinks, and altogether turns invisible. My strength is dwindling. I'm at the end of my rope, and it feels like I'm hanging on with the very veins in my body about to collapse and run me dry.
I gotta keep going though. There's so much to keep going for! I take a deep breath, and focus on that silver lining. Keep telling myself "there are better things to come."