The Storm Really Did Pass

They said it would, but I didn’t believe them. They believed in me, but I didn’t. They told me I was strong, to have hope, they told me it was karma. They told me to leave, told me to be brave, to fight, to give, to accept and to move on. I tried, I really tried. I did everything I was supposed to do and boy it took everything I had. So many nights I wondered if I would ever get through this, tears soaked my pillow and an endless amount washed down the drain. I wished for non-existence, I wished for change, I wished to be free and I wished for the strength to give up. I don’t know exactly when the clouds started shifting, but they did. When I allowed the light to come through, there were moments of rebirth, surrender and gratitude. So, I leaned into those rays of light and over time they became stronger, pushing away the raging fears and embracing the calm, the peace, the stillness that remained. From time to time the storm still visits, but it is never as torrential or damaging, instead it acts as a reminder that there are still more clouds that need to shift so that my light, in all its power, can shine through.