This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UC Berkeley chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
Clear blue skiesÂ
Wispy clouds passing by
All is calm, relaxed, collected.
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But look! Here comes the dark grey kindÂ
The one that shrouds the mind
In darkness, rumination, struggle
Pain and loneliness.
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Now the whole storm is upon meÂ
Raindrops pierce through me
Leaving gaping holesÂ
In both mind and soul.
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Days and months pass by
Still shrouded in darkness
Still ruminating, still struggling
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But suddenly a miracle,
Sunlight breaks through, embracing me
Blue skies are visible again Â
Even though they were there all along.