Surviving your Storm

Surviving your Storm

The storm hits.

It makes me see things,

I don’t want to see.

Feel things,

I don’t allow,

when the sun is out,

and the world is safe.

So I  hold on.

Trying to make sense

of what’s around me.

And when the storm ebbs,

I’ll be safe once more.

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