the day you realize

the day you realize your life isn't what you thought
that the sunshine doesn't last
that the rain will always come
is that the day it starts?
is that the day you start to hope
to yearn for things you never knew you had
to fill every moment with songs and scattered lines
and poems you forgot you knew
to know how love and living are melting sorrows and joys and moments.
is that the day? the day it ends? the day it starts?
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These words came to me last night, unbidden, from goodness knows where. I thought I'd share them. I like them. They are a little bit lonely, which moments of revelation can be. They speak to that moment of clarity - that one in which pain and hope are one. The one in which the questions are the answers. In which the seeking is the goal. When these things are united, I am far more powerful.