The winter rain is here.
I brace myself for the inner turmoil,
for the ache that will compound
and weigh heavy
on each day.
The months will pass slowly,
the days even slower.
The voices will gain strength,
as they always do,
and coax me closer to the edge.
I brace myself for the inner turmoil,
for the ache that will compound
and weigh heavy
on each day.
The months will pass slowly,
the days even slower.
The voices will gain strength,
as they always do,
and coax me closer to the edge.