today feels different.
there's not stress, no commotion, no yelling.
there's peacefulness and flowers steadily growing.
I became so used to living my days being worn out, tired of everything.
that's what became my normal.
different isn't a bad thing,
I became used to tearing up at 10 am, mournful.
the hurricane is calm but not over.
YOU ARE READING
homesick - poetry
Поэзияhomesick: (adj.) sad or depressed from a longing for home or family while away from them for a long time.
