The storm of life

is chaotic and full of anguish.

We are all struggling

with the constant passing of time, the

tick-tock,

tick-tock,

tick-tock

of the hands on the clock

as they forever move on.

Never ceasing.

Always advancing.

Eternally ticking.

We hate to face the reality

pf the unknown.

Each of us hears the little

w h i s p e r

inside our heads,

reminding us everyday

of our worry and fear of what’s to come.

For now it feels like

The storm of life will never stop roaring and thundering

With every raindrop that falls,

Drip

Drop

Drip

Drop

The storm gets stronger,

The winds blow harder

The clouds are painted darker.

But with      each passing      day,

We become more immune to its conflicts and struggles.

One day the storm will pass,

And all will be calm,

But for now, we must endure.