The weight comes,
a sudden darkness.
It presses down,
hard.
The world feels far away,
a blurry picture.
Inside, a storm
rages.
Thoughts whisper
like dry leaves
on a cold wind.
They say it's the only way.
But a small spark,
a tiny ember,
flickers.
It remembers laughter,
sunlight,
a gentle hand.
It holds on,
a stubborn little light
against the overwhelming dark.
Maybe,
just maybe,
it can grow.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 1:51 PM UTC
The weight comes,
a sudden darkness.
It presses down,
hard.
The world feels far away,
a blurry picture.
Inside, a storm
rages.
Thoughts whisper
like dry leaves
on a cold wind.
They say it's the only way.
But a small spark,
a tiny ember,
flickers.
It remembers laughter,
sunlight,
a gentle hand.
It holds on,
a stubborn little light
against the overwhelming dark.
Maybe,
just maybe,
it can grow.
Ur not alone