just when i think i've found myself again
i begin to shatter once more.
i put the pieces of myself back together
and now they all fall.
after all the rain, the drought has begun.
there's so much back and forth.
everyone heals and recovers,
but what happens when the wound
never quite closes?
everyone goes through hell and back
and finds happiness eventually,
but what about me?
how do i know the happiness will last?
because it comes and goes.
there is never an ending.
another drought
has just begun.
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Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
