themusingstranger:

And to whom shall we run in times as these
When abandonments of hope are so replete
The longing pain stings like that of rabid bees
And despondency engulfs the mind complete

But we rise and fall and yet we rise again
Recapturing a strength we believed lost once more
We step into the night amidst the thundering rain
Forever tearing apart misery’s unbreakable door.

—Rumi

(Source: monoments)