Lilog224ever
Early morning in a car, tension crawling under skin, throat raw, jaw tight, canker sores flaring, and chaos all around. The dog barks, sheds, stares, and the world feels loud and intrusive. Sipping chocolate, feet grounded, each breath becomes a rebellion, a fragment of calm, a claim to exist despite sensory overload. Anchored in the Morning Storm is a poem about finding peace amid chaos, holding onto small comforts, and resisting the relentless pressures of the world.