When I was younger I broke my arm,
It snapped clean in half and did a lot of harm.
There was a searing, unbearable pain,
I thought the bones would never be the same.
But my arm was rebuilt then set in a cast,
On which someone wrote… THIS WILL PASS.
I lost my first love to someone else,
I didn’t know what to do with myself.
The hurt was so bad I thought I would die,
I couldn’t stop thinking about it; all I did was cry.
But somebody told me, ‘as the days amass,
Your heart will heal and… THIS WILL PASS’.
I remember graduating from school,
Though I was educated I felt like such a fool.
For I didn’t know what I was going to do next,
How was I so unprepared and so perplexed?
But as a teacher once told me, ‘If you don’t know… ask’,
And the unsure insecurity, well… THIS WILL PASS.
I’ve been down and out and left wanting more,
Nursing the sting of what it’s like to be poor.
Financially fatigued, barely able to crawl.
So exhausted from the daily grind of it all,
But like the proverb says to be successful you don’t have to be fast,
Work steady and slow… THIS WILL PASS.
Then there are the times when anxiety gets the best of me,
When depression is so thick I can barely see,
Sadly, during these moments I’ve thought about ending my life,
To stop the misery, the anguish, the suffering, the strife.
But though the rain falls heavy and the sky is overcast,
I know the sun will shine again and… THIS WILL PASS.
For I’ve learned that things do not come to stay,
They happen and then they fade away.
Although certain battles go on a long time,
Weighing harshly on your spirit, body, and mind.
Hold on to the mantra that nothing will last,
And life’s concern of today… THIS WILL PASS.