It's raining outside and I want to be someone different.
I want to walk through the storm and let the water wash away timidness and anxiety.
Dry off and find myself fearless, unaffected by change and rejection.
Soak in the newness, rehydrated and ready to take on anything.
Sometimes I wish it was that easy...
But maybe it is.
Maybe I'm just in the middle of the storm.
Maybe I'm just a raindrop in someone else's storm.
Maybe I'm the lightning, bright and feared.
Or maybe I'm the calm after the storm.
The light at the end of the tunnel.
Maybe
I'm already there.
About the Creator
JennyMae
Just a girl, putting one foot in front of the other and hoping that there is still ground under my feet. Therapeutically writing about my feelings to help draw the map so I don't have to wonder about what I'm walking on.
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