By: Traci Taylor
It was like waking up one day and forgetting how to breathe.
I was certain my everyday life had been reversed into my dreams.
If my days were hard, without the support of the sun, they grew harder.
It seems impossible to explain the feeling of a black hole
I do not see the light at the end of the tunnel
If rain did not need clouds to exist, then I could reassure myself
It hasn’t been a week and I am still looking at shattered pieces
I am unsure if such a devastation can bloom any hope
If I could do it all again, I would chase the clouds to bring me the rain.