My faith guarantees me And eventual silver lining. Yet sometimes I don't believe faith. Sometimes I can't see a better way. There are times when it rains Though just a drizzle, a light sprinkle, Yet each drop wears away- eroding my heart, My soul, ever so slowly. So slow it's almost beyond notice. Still I recognize. Skies clear up, rain stops Now I'm looking for my Beacon of hope in the clouds. There, up high Amongst the stars Deep into space As far As my perception will allow, I search. Still I can't make out Where this “silver lining” lies. Maybe faith has lied. Tears run down my face, I wipe Them away, ashamed to cry. (I'm a male, am I allowed to?) No (and I don't want to honestly) So I shut my eyes to conceal tears And to find consolation, security for all my fears. Behind my eyelids I find nothing, but black pitch. But then suddenly I could have swore I saw this Glimmer of white light. This warmth through my whole being. I realized suddenly Hope was what I saw- felt. It lingered for a moment, and then retreated. I felt it melt… It returned to the dark. Became one with it, Became it.