Life is a storm.
Turbulent-anxiety and dread given form.
You tried so hard
But could never let down your guard.
Defenses learned from the wounds you can’t hide
Even though they’re swallowed deep inside.
You struggle to grow
Latching on to the strength you show
Just by getting out of bed,
Letting the bastards know that you’re not dead.
Time tells the final story:
Whether you’ll end in despair or rise to glory.
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