After a storm, comes a calm. A saying with strength, but little understanding, to those, going through pain. A cherished, fulfilled life, you had once. And a stumbling, shaky one at another point, in time. Thinking your burdens, not
a mild one, you notice a cranny in the middle of your perfect life. A blackening shadow that blinds your way. A hole, unfilled and bare. An affected, restricted area, you may think it is. Pain seeping into your consciousness, every now and then.BUT NO ONE, can fill that gap except you. And you cant help being you, because you being you, is what solves and patches, that hole in you.
