Sometimes the sun just doesn’t break through,
And the world feels heavy, and cold, and blue.
The plans I made are scattered like glass,
Watching the shadow of the struggle pass.
I’m tired of being "strong" today,
Of finding the words I’m supposed to say.
My body remembers the fear and the fight,
The long, lonely hours in the hospital light.
It’s okay to sit in the quiet and weep,
For the peace I lost and the scars I keep.
For the version of me that I used to be,
Before the storm took a piece of me.
Life isn’t always a victory song,
Sometimes it’s just staying where you belong.
Holding the sadness, letting it stay,
Until the heavy air starts to drift away.
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 2:48 PM UTC
Sometimes the sun just doesn’t break through,
And the world feels heavy, and cold, and blue.
The plans I made are scattered like glass,
Watching the shadow of the struggle pass.
I’m tired of being "strong" today,
Of finding the words I’m supposed to say.
My body remembers the fear and the fight,
The long, lonely hours in the hospital light.
It’s okay to sit in the quiet and weep,
For the peace I lost and the scars I keep.
For the version of me that I used to be,
Before the storm took a piece of me.
Life isn’t always a victory song,
Sometimes it’s just staying where you belong.
Holding the sadness, letting it stay,
Until the heavy air starts to drift away.
