Gloomy

Ups and downs along the year.
Pain and joy takes its turn.
Cry, my dear, for the healing.
Fight, my dear, for surviving.
Faith ahead is still in the mist.
Vaguely written, softly spoken.
Gloomy, like December.

You may bring the thunder.
You may release the storm.
But you will never take the light.
Within the heart.