Clinging on to sanity
Weathering the storm
The road a chaotic pattern
The path strewn with broken branches
I maneuver through the deleterious thoughts
I question the moment, every option that arises
I hear a faint whisper
The negative voices quieter
A familiar truth echoes stronger
You are sane
You are weathering the storm
You will understand the pattern
Hope is but a word
Yet a feeling better understood
By the noble heart, that is unrelenting.
