It's a constant motion,

Of alarms ringing,

Noises blaring,

Bodies dropping,

Buildings shaking,

Promises breaking,

Lies constantly told,

Insults always being thrown,

Never being enough,

But always having to be tough,

Enough,

to withstand all the oncoming storms,

The hail,

Rocking on,

Pounding you down to a pulp,

Squeezed until you've dried out,

And still the cycle continues,

Everyone expecting you keep getting up,

You having no choice but to,

I guess that's life for you,

This continuous whirlwind of emotions,

The constant heat of everyday,

Not just the sun but everything,

Lighting you up and setting you ablaze,

Feeling like you're the drought every time,

But some days can be a snowstorm,

Even hurricanes,

So you cry,

Hoping that will wash it all away just enough,

So that you can feel like if you're enough,

You're really trying hard.

You are enough.

Not everyone will think as such.

Perfection isn't real.

There will always be flaws.

Much more so when you think you're the cause.

Remember to smile.

I believe you are going to get through this.

At the end of the day, it only matters most what you think.

Don't push yourself until you're falling over the edge.

Some days will be bad.

Just trust yourself.

You will get through this.

It's just a faze.

I know it doesn't feel that way,

Since it can go on for months and years,

Instead of just hours and days.

You'll be okay.

Just continue to hang in there.

It'll all work itself out in the right time and way.

You're just currently "under the weather",

So that day may not be today.

(April 06-2021)