Some days feel like drowning in silence and gray,
Like light packed its bags and just drifted away.
The walls close in tighter, the hope starts to thin,
You wonder if joy will come knocking again.
I’ve been there—I’ve sat with the ache in my chest,
With memories screaming while I just try to rest.
My thoughts ran in circles, sharp, ruthless, unkind,
Like a war zone erupted inside of my mind.
But darling, I swear—this isn’t the end.
Even shadows must break, even broken hearts mend.
The night may feel endless, too heavy to run…
But the sky doesn’t bleed without making room for the sun.
I’ve cried in the mirror, ashamed of my pain,
Pretending I’m fine just to feel sane again.
But healing’s not pretty—it’s messy and slow,
It’s choosing to stay when you just want to go.
So if today hurts and your strength feels all gone,
If you’re begging the universe just to hold on,
Let this be your whisper, your breath when you’re numb:
This storm will pass… just wait for the sun.
It may not look golden, or burst through with grace,
It may rise in quiet, just kissing your face.
But when it does show—after all you’ve been through,
You’ll finally remember that light lives in you.
And maybe, just maybe, you’ll smile and say,
“I’m proud of myself—I survived the gray.”
So hold on, sweet soul—you're not the only one.
These dark days will fade...
Just wait for the sun.
