Carry On

• Ruby Panopoulos, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2014

I struggle sometimes to see the clear
Through the passing fog,
I can barely see where my feet lay
Causing me to fall

Finding the courage to pull through
Is really my main goal
A few slips and turns won't stop me now
I'm trying and will not stop

After the fog the wind comes through
Pushing it all away
I begin to see the sun more clearly
And soon I'll find my way.

So really, in the end life is like a storm
It may come unexpectedly or with a warning just before
Soon though the sun will take it's place
But, until then you must carry on.