Enduring The Storm
This can't be the end; this won't be the end.
By Amelia DavisPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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I believed the sun was vanishing.
My mind trapped, taken over
By a dark and cluttered disaster,
As if every thought got caught
In one never ending tornado.
I felt the present fade away.
.
Wanting to give into the storm,
Exhausted and battered.
For so long, I trudged on
Grasping tightly to some
Mangled sliver of hope.
.
The sun must shine again.
.
Then,
Our paths crossed
And
We made quite a trail.
.
With this radiant soul,
I no longer felt defeated.
Breathing easier, courage
No longer engulfed in dread.
Growing and letting go
As vibrant rays of light
Beam down, revealing
Each step along the way.
.
With you, it all changed.
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About the Creator
Amelia Davis
"You're mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds, you can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds."
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