Seasons from Humble Me by a.flaim

I wrote a tragic story, about how I’m worthless
And used it as an excuse to remain a victim
I am the hopeless hopeful rotting with self-pity
There’s always someone better so why even try?

I watched the sun hide from the clouds
Faded to black, cracked, and growled then wept

The long rain
Drenched everything
I stood outside
And said I’m dry

With nothing left to lose I gave in
Cause my desire to control just left me broken
What I thought was certain crumbled through my fingers
I was attached to fleeting things like labels and identity

The storm passed
The wind calmed
Dripping wet
I manifest

More weathered
Yet still singing
I’m not the same
But I’m still here

Life will flicker and then explode
Awake in darkness cold and alone
Not immediately but over time
The sun will shine on the other side

A ball of fire plummeted down
Engulfed the sky before touching ground then burst

The dust settled
the smoke cleared
In the crater
I reappear

Motionless
Tattered clothes
Bleeding wounds
Broken bones

Somehow
A crooked smile
I’m not the same
But I’m still here

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