This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UC Berkeley chapter.
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.