Forcing out the breaths while waiting it out
This is not an insurmountable state
A vacuum pulling me from myself
It is not spiralling beyond hope
Despite the dark’s insistence it will win
Days may be empty but not wasted
The sun sets and rises or eyes adjust
Hope is not in overcoming or escape
But in the collection of tear soaked scars
And not because they make you stronger
This is seeing life in all its colours
Enduring happiness is not success
Any more than avoidance of sorrow
Bruises hint of a heart that is engaged
Though it’s ache might cast a deep shadow
The fog will lift and though it may linger
Dancing in my peripheral vision
This is stormy weather I must get through
For now I breathe and wait for what comes next
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