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

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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.