Storms Will Pass Poem by David Self

Storms will pass,
Sometimes fast.
The sun will shine,
One day at a time.

We dream of days when life felt bold,
Not bent or brittle, not growing old.
A branch once strong now starts to bend,
We all look back, we all pretend.

The sun is shy, it hides, it teases,
Briefly breaking through the breezes.
We beg it: stay, don't fade away,
Keep the dark and doubt at bay.

It's hard to feel like just a number,
Trapped inside a restless slumber.
A tipping point, a heavy weight,
Mind and body showing age.

I chase the spark to smile, be free,
But end up brewing cups of tea.
The world is out there—so is my head,
Life won't wait, I must leave this bed.

The world won't come—it never will.
We've got to climb, to move, to build.
Time won't pause, it will not wait,
So now's the chance to set life straight.