Freedom

I always think of worries and strife
Never have I pondered a better life
But it seems as though it was hidden away
In the shadows lost behind a cloud of grey

Good days have come sooner than thought
Before this joy I was overwrought
Caught off guard by the mercies of beauty
Cut away from misery and cruelty

And maybe its a phase now gone
Or possibly ended before it began
But how could I explain this utter relief
The pain stolen away by a misguided thief

No, this may not last forever
But I'll keep it with me through every endeavor
I will not boast of this delightful alleviation
For I fear that fate may be seeking confirmation

I leave with this, a simple reply
To the girl who once desired she would die
That life in itself will only meliorate
When guided by that of the one who will wait