I remember when I used to wallow
In my own self-pity and sorrow
And wait for my pot of gold
to magically appear in my lap.
Unbeknownst to me,
in order for me to succeed,
I had to suffer the storm and the rain.
Aside from my own eyes,
I had to clear my own skies,
in order to get through the pain.
🌈 If I ever wanted my rainbow to show...
