It came at me with all the unexpected force of a sudden dust storm. The winds kicked up quickly. The sand stung my eyes, making it impossible to see the force that took me by such surprise. I could only hear the whistle of the wind as tears streamed down my face. Within the cloud, I was bombarded, whipped, made to feel like nothing, reduced to a lonely pile of human remembrance. I was nothing, used up, tossed aside like an old tissue dancing about on the street, only to end up in the gutter. Once full of such hope and joy, the forces of nature sucked away the happiness once felt seeing new life.
The winds throw me to the ground. I cannot see. I am weak. I am tired. I want to give up. Why push on? What's the point? The wind thrashes at my skin, the sand hurts at it rips away at my hope for some happiness. I cover my mouth, barely able to breathe. Will it ever relent?
The winds throw me to the ground. I cannot see. I am weak. I am tired. I want to give up. Why push on? What's the point? The wind thrashes at my skin, the sand hurts at it rips away at my hope for some happiness. I cover my mouth, barely able to breathe. Will it ever relent?
The loneliness is forever.
The sorrow is forever.
The pain stings forever.
Don't tell me to hope.
Don't tell me to look at the bright side.
Don't tell me this too shall pass.
Let me feel my pain.
Let me search it, explore it, discover it.
Only then will I be able to see the sunlight after the storm on my own.
Start anew.
Still lonely.
Still sorrowful.
Still in pain.
The dust settles.
The sorrow is forever.
The pain stings forever.
Don't tell me to hope.
Don't tell me to look at the bright side.
Don't tell me this too shall pass.
Let me feel my pain.
Let me search it, explore it, discover it.
Only then will I be able to see the sunlight after the storm on my own.
Start anew.
Still lonely.
Still sorrowful.
Still in pain.
The dust settles.
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