Laughter In the Storm

Some part of me became wobbly, and unwoven- But the wilderness that shrouded my vision is withering. And the secret storms on. One day, I will be able to transcend my need for vengeance. One day, I will be able to stop being so attuned… To the radio that tells me I am always one outburst away… From that place that has become cursed with the screams that weave the halls. I am learning that my mission is not to find a haven in my old memories. But instead, I promise to laugh along with the storm.