“When the clouds have blown away,
The skies, once again, clear and bright,
and the mood around you is light.
You realize you made it through,
Somehow you managed to survive.
Unsure if the darkness is really over,
If soon that too will be a distant memory-
Unsure but certain that now
Out of the red haze,
You are not the same person you were before.
By choice you sink into despair,
By choice you rise: stronger, more determined, better!”