To know you helped pull them down for some unknown reason
Who do you blame? Who can you blame but yourself.
In the end they were your walls and it was by your choice the were destroyed unfortunately the coming storm cares not.
To find no possible reprise nor mercy from the hellish storm
The very feeling of the howling wind pulling at you from all directions
Messages planting the seed of false hope into your heart that things will get better
Unknowing to the messenger that the seed bursts into thorns and make the pain that much more intense.
To foolishly nurture the thorns with the water from the storm
The storm rages, both inward and outward, as you try to piece things together
Holding onto the notion of better days to come by even attempting to control the wild winds
Yearning for more news in hope. Depending on the eyes of the blind.
To unwittingly follow the storm.
Finally the storm is moving but it drags you along?
Why are you swept away by it's winds? What past life experience begets this torture?
And to do so by walking towards... wait.
To finally awaken, to what once felt like a nightmare but more real than you would want.
The bed beneath u is the first thing you awaken to. The foundation of a new home around you.
More time than you could recall has passed.
Now what do you do? You can learn from your mistakes and harden your defenses and steel the mind.
But in the end the aftermath of the storm.
Will follow you as you had followed it.
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