Storm clouds raging
in my head
for days on end
Feeling temporary,
heartbroken,
stuck within.
Lightning strikes,
thunder echoes,
each boom feeling like
a shock to the heart,
and I'm trying
my best
to not
fall apart.
I try to find
that spark inside,
and I know the light
hasn't faded
because I know
I may be numb, but
I'm not dead inside.
Riding the storm,
it's hard to hold on
when I don't know
what the future holds.
But I know
to get past
it all,
I've got to
press forward,
process,
and move on.
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 2:39 AM UTC
Storm clouds raging
in my head
for days on end
Feeling temporary,
heartbroken,
stuck within.
Lightning strikes,
thunder echoes,
each boom feeling like
a shock to the heart,
and I'm trying
my best
to not
fall apart.
I try to find
that spark inside,
and I know the light
hasn't faded
because I know
I may be numb, but
I'm not dead inside.
Riding the storm,
it's hard to hold on
when I don't know
what the future holds.
But I know
to get past
it all,
I've got to
press forward,
process,
and move on.
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