There are too many poems about the sun shining through a dark day

But they're all true

When we feel we the weight of a thousand worlds bear down upon us

When we feel we cannot breathe without making a mistake

When we feel we are better off in the distant land that comes after life

There is a ray

It is a song

It is a book

It is that first sip of coffee on a cold day

It is mother nature

It is the people we hold dearest

The people who remind us that we are not alone

The people who strengthen us to push those worlds, to take those breaths

The people who remind us to stay here, in life

When I am my cloudy day
These people are my rays of hope.