My skies have been crowded with heavy, dark clouds.
They shut out the sun, casting a cold, lonely shadow.
It feels like it has been an eternity since I’ve seen the light.
I yearn to feel the warm sunshine on my skin again.
And as the saying goes “Every cloud has a silver lining, so look on the bright side.”
But sometimes those silver lines cut like blades of glass.
Are my bloody hands worth holding on?
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