The Tempest

Some days she’s sunshine

And on others, she’s the wet, cold rain,

Weighing down on herself.

Unbeknownst to others,

She carries the weight of the world.

Her breath shapes the breeze,

And her lips utter the sounds of silence.

Her mind is a vast black emptiness

That crumbles inside itself everyday,

Even as she lights up the dawn of the day.

She pours her warmth into the rime,

The clement saving grace that she is.

As the tempest inside her grows stronger,

Her undying light glows brighter šŸ™‚


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