vital parrot
In murmured dusk where silence lies
a heartache remains, a tale it tells.
When the weight of her world feels like too much to hold.
battling on each breath, trapped in all moments.
In the cold night,the gentle whispers fade.
daydreams blend into the mist.
Yet even in the weakest of light
One that created a flame of tomorrow albeit chained.
Break out of the shadows and fill your soul with light,
when you notice in despair, keep the fight alive.
Because every type of brokenness is a hope for restoration, and every end means that maybe you can start again,.
and the process of healing can re-enter you.
And if you had a hard time finding other reasons, just know there is help.
out of the hands of a friend, or The kind hope in some stranger.
This valley of pain is not just for you,
we go through the storm and the rain.