It gets better.
You are in the middle of the storm now.
But the storms always passes.
Words and phrases I have repeated.
Over and over again.
The worse things get.
The bitter sting those words carry.
Words with no meaning.
No action to support their validity.
Those words could be printed on a shirt.
The shirt would rip on the first day.
I know the lies those words are.
Yet I still try and press ahead.
Realizing the words never had any real power.
It was just a rally cry.
A cry I cling to when things get bad.
Time to brace for another storm.
It gets better.
You are in the middle of the storm now.
But the storms always passes.
I will just keep telling myself this.
Day #35 SJD
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