Against the howling wind I walk,
All alone.
I am fighting to keep myself from falling down.
The sky opens. And it starts pouring.
I begin to cry.
The pain pours out,
Along with the rain.
From somewhere deep inside of me.
I keep walking against the wind
Trying to keep my balance,
But the wind keeps pushing me, And the rain is so slippery. I fall down.
I scrap my knees on the sharp pavement
My blood is dripping on the sidewalk.
My eyes keep shedding tears.
The broken pieces of my heart cut against my chest.
I want to stay down on the floor.
Get soaked from the rain and drown in the puddles.
Freeze from the wind
And turn into an ice sculpture.
I want to give up on recovery.
It feels like I am walking against hurricane winds.
I fell and got hurt.
My knees are burning, cracked and cut.
From the glass on the pavement.
And even if I try to put the broken pieces back together,
That hurts more than falling down.
Do I have the strength to get up and brave the storm?
Again.
I don’t think so. I feel weak and vulnerable.
But will giving up make it better?
No it wont.
So…
I will walk through the hurricane,
fight until there’s nothing left in me.
Hold on tight to the tiny thread of hope.
I won’t give up till I reach the end.
It won’t rain forever.
For now I’ll hold on to the clouds silver lining.
Soon I’ll find the sunshine.
Yes, I do have the strength.
I know it’s in me somewhere.
And even though it feels hopeless, horrible, and endless.
I will continue on the path of recovery.
I will heal.