They said the storm would break me.
It tried.
Took my money.
Took my friends.
Took the roof over my head.
I sat in the dark.
Asked "why me" until my voice got hoarse.
Then one morning,
the clouds moved.
Just a little.
And a piece of blue fell through.
Not the whole sky.
Just enough to remind me
that light doesn't ask permission.
It just comes.
And so will you.
So will I.
So will better days.
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