For some people, life is full of waves.
Many of them huge, and strong,
And so full of pain.
But others are smaller,
With no need to panic,
Just a breath of fresh air
Before another is coming.
For me, my life is full of storms.
Some of them bigger,
Some of them small,
Some of them mean I can't get out of bed,
Others give me anxiety instead.
My storms are like waves, but subtly different.
Which means I can't relate,
Not completely, to others.
While storms do end,
At all different times,
They always come back,
And don't care that I mind.
This one is never the last,
No matter how hard I wish,
And I think all I can do
Is take a long, deep breath
While just trying to get on with it.