I pause and know
demons of darkness
in this season of storms
my soul is lashed
bashed by fear
drowned in disappointment
chilled by frigid failure
stunned by thunderous disapproval
stumbling in the cacophony of screaming doubt
I pray to survive
this weather system of the mind
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oh, that thunderous disapproval. i have felt or imagined that far too often. nice write.
Thanks! There is comfort in the shared journey.