As the days blur into one,
And the hours stretch, never done,
My mind runs wild, a restless mess
Thoughts scattered, heavy, meaningless.

I feel myself slipping into the dark,
Too far gone, too deep to restart.
Afraid of the ache I always hide,
Each wound a scar I’ve locked inside.

I glance outside…
The sky begins to cry.
And somehow,
I smile…
Like everything’s fine.

The rain falls soft, like whispered grace,
Washing the weight from this hollow place.
The storm rolls in, the sky turns gray,
But something in me fades away.

Not the pain, not all the fear
But the grip they held feels less severe.
The world is weeping, but not in shame
It’s cleansing me.
It knows my name.

So I sit and breathe through trembling hands,
And let the rain rewrite my plans.
And for the first time,
I feel it clear
All that held me
Is no longer here.

The dark still lingers,
But I don’t bend.
The storm still howls,
But it’s not the end.

And in the quiet,
I finally see
The weight is gone.
I’ve always been
Free.