My Thunderstorms [TW]

: 𝒲 𝑒 𝓁 𝒸 𝑜 𝓂 𝑒 . . . . . . . . ✎

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. : this is me sharing my own poem :honey_pot:

. : my thunders and hurricanes..

. : before you proceed

. : i'd like to give you a :cookie: and a :coffee:

TW: indirect talk about depression, death, anxiety

Trip to my life?

Not as fascinating as a trip

To a mere terror of a fantastical universe.

Reminds me of a compounded hell,

Lot of phony happiness and love.

There won't be a week when demons,

Don't appear and attack me,

At my very nice long-time fantasy.

There's chaos that couldn't stay away from me

And gives a lot more than hell.

࿅• –– •❈• –– •࿅

Beasts that haunt me,

Midst of day or even night.

I have nowhere to go,

No one to call,

And no one to hold.

Tempest of my youth,

full of horrible and terrible events.

That's my life.

Thunders and rains

Have wreaked havoc on me...

With no care for mercy.

Room is packed,

With dark dusty flowers.

Only a few tidbits of good fruits,

Now remain in my little garden.

࿅• –– •❈• –– •࿅

Thunder rumbles through me,

Causing me to tremble in horror.

Striking and launching caustic strikes,

And I don't have nowhere to flee.

Speed and agility... both useless,

I'm tired, exhausted...

I can't continue to dodge,

Evil sounds and voices keep tormenting me.

Been a long time,

And I'm considering to finally let

Darkness consume my soul.

But suddenly....

There was a flash of light.

After years of walking....

Through a thunderstorm-filled route,

I'd never seen a light until that day.

࿅• –– •❈• –– •࿅

She began scooping...

Plucking soil and pebbles,

To save me from the ruins.

I am no longer alone.

I was rescued.

I am loved.

I am protected.

I am treasured.

She means more to me,

Than the turquoise waters on the shore.

She's more than the treasure chest

At the end of the tunnel.

She's my sweet aroma of happiness,

The heating laughter that escapes over the pot,

The reason I'm driven.

࿅• –– •❈• –– •࿅

She is constantly teaching me

To be stronger than I thought I could be.

I don't think she realizes...

How much she helps me,

But even if it takes years,

I will keep ing her,

Knowing that it will all add up,

To something far bigger than me,

Because it will all be about her.

She ed me..

As I cruised the pandemonium.

She is my light,

In the midst of my darkest forest.

My one and only 🌙

The one who took me in with my thunderstorm.

࿅• –– •❈• –– •࿅

That's all for this blog. Thank you for reading. Have a wonderful day or night! :revolving_hearts:

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