Light in the dark, poem (324/365)

In dark times
I wonder where
You’ll come from
I try and guess
But you alway have
Success in shocking me
You always show up
Right before I feel
Like I’m going to leave
And when I struggle
To see the good
Of such bad luck times
You always know
How to make me
Believe in again
And I cry
Because I never noticed
That flower before
Somehow in the
Darkest situations
You can blind
Me with the rays
Of a dream
And your warm
Rays keep me