A Gift?

I long for sunny days and fair weather

too seldom have I welcomed storms and rain

my heart, becomes as parched as dry leather

devoid of grief or trials… such a bane.

I ever yearn to leap and laugh and play

I would not invite sadness nor sorrow

into my life, not even for one day

the mere idea would spoil tomorrow.

Yet… dark and bright hues create tapestries

so exquisite, my spirit they uplift

brushes with cancer, illness, injuries

I’ve not gladly accepted as a gift.

But, sickness and health and darkness and light

all teach me to walk by faith… not by sight.

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Written for The Sonnet of Shadows Challenge.