Recovery

Alone in my room
Laying on my bed
Eyes closed
Breathing slow

Sunlight is streaming in
After last night’s storm
That rendered me broken

The birds are singing
Their voices no longer blocked by the thunder
That rattled through my ears

My room is bathed in natural light
After so many nights of searing light bulbs
That only made it worse

And I smile
Because everything will be alright
The hurricane is over
And it’s time to rebuild

I get off my bed
Walk out the door
Take a breath
And get to it

No one will do it for me, after all

 

Dramatic456

VT

YWP Alumni

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