Storm

Time changes everything; it’s known to heal the wounds, but, sometimes, it gives the greatest pain.

The smooth waves change into a tsunami; they rip your dreams apart, and dim that sparkling hope.

But, there is always a calm after the storm, it’s like the light at the end of the tunnel, and a hand to a drowning man.

You have to become your own hero, put together the torn pieces, and walk on those shattered dreams.

You have to be your own anchor, risk it to dream again, and hold your head high. tumblr_n851xisUlt1rti241o1_500.jpg

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