Someday
95/300. You and I
Someday the story will no longer be so gloomy.
The storm will be over.
The billiards will cease,
No more sharp collisions of thought and doubt,
No more echoes of what could have been.
Somedays, the silence won’t feel empty — it will feel like peace.
A room finally aired out after holding too much for too long.
The weight will loosen its grip,
Not all at once maybe,
But gently… like a finger learning to draw strokes.
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And you and I, will no longer sit in that quiet.
You and I will be people who survived the storm.
People who dogged through like brave warriors.
We will sit in that quiet.
Because we understand.
Because we know.
The storms were not meant to stay.
Glory will return.
Light will creak in through the small spaces,
The green grass will smell fresh.
Nature will feel like life.
Life worth living.
Someday!
