Yes, I struggle.
Sometimes I hurt
Often searching
For just the right word.
Thoughts slip through
Fishes elusive and bright.
Garden of echoes
Longing for light.
Colors collide
In a tempest of dreams.
Resilience unfurls
Growing stronger it seems.
In the cracks of my soul
Where the wildflowers grow,
There’s beauty in struggle
Learning to let go.
Cloudia Charters