Someday

I painted a picture with my tears.

It was a picture of dark clouds, rain, and thunder.

It was a picture of an ocean that had been created by the tears, sorrows, and pains of humanity.

It was a picture of my own river of life’s little torments.

My river contributed to the mighty sea, as its beaches were continually being swallowed by new troubles added to the ocean of tears.

But soon my river, which has flooded over, will turn into an insignificant stream. 

But for now, I wallow in my torturous condition hoping that someday my river can turn into a stream.

Someday, someday, someday…