You were the calm before the storm
or maybe I was stuck in the eye
everything looked so beautiful,
did I really have to try?
You flew in like a hurricane
while I was going through winter days
like a tsunami, emotions hit me in waves
and then you left nothing but destruction and pain
Now all I do is avoid mirrors,
because seeing me isn’t healthy
the look in my eyes, says I dread being alive
but, I see success in my future, so I must strive
Copyright © Jazzlee Clark | Year Posted 2021
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