.....After Storm

Things that beyond my control,

I have to accept.

The gratitude I feel

for the calmness I get.

Thou art the charcoal,

In the winter of my life.

Letting go might not be a bad choice at times,

and I know,

Stop moving will not bring changes.

Laughter faded away,thunderstorm keeps always

Curve your mouth up,

when you are annoyed,

I...tell myself.