HoT

 

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I'm healing slow, but still I rise,
With tired heart and teary eyes.
I long for peace, for joy, for rest,
A calm and quiet in my chest.

Determined now, I will not cry,
Though heavy clouds still grace my sky.
I dream of days not drenched in gray,
Where light will guide me on my way.

The pain may linger, but not stay,
It won’t haunt me every day.
Agony won’t last for years—
It fades like storms and dries like tears.

So while I wait for skies to clear,
I'll sit with grace and hold hope near.
And treat myself for heaven’s sake,
With one sweet slice of vanilla cake. 🍰