48. The Storms in Your Heart


A balloon, tied to a chair in an empty room, floats with a thunderstorm raging inside it.

Clouds dissipate but are never gone; they’ll eventually gather again. And so it is with the storms in your heart: though hidden, they’re always within.

I’m proud to stand, to have endured; for the moment I’ve conquered the threat. Yet sometimes I fear that the best I can say is it hasn’t defeated me yet.

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