Run Out Of Rain

**Written for the "Every Storm Runs Out of Rain" competition**

I'll never forget those moments  
devoid of light.
My eyes in denial
averting from the excruciating sight.
My will to live dwindling  
in the middle of the night.
My soul
...so tired...  
from never ending fight.
 
What was it then,  
that was so awful to behold?
It was the strength to not quit  
beginning to fold.
The blood on my hands leaving
my limbs cold.
The truth  
that I chose  
to never grow old.  
 
The rain had come down  
too hard  
and too fast.
The demons undefeated  
returned from my past.
In my minds eye,
the future
 too bleak to craft.
And with the sharp blade,
 my own veins I slashed.
 
Yet through the glinting haze
of insufferable pain,
and the utter submission  
to guilt and shame,
the hope of a different
life ignited a flame
and I live on today
for it seems that the clouds had  
run out of rain.