#646-Heavy

Sometimes,

We bloom too early.

Covered by life,

Hard to bear.

Burdened and bending,

Reaching for a dreamt tomorrow,

In a reality barely understood.

Storms eventually pass.

Clouds dissolve.

Shivering feelings disappear.

Faith,

Lending a hand,

To greyness and doubt.

But it’s all so hard to believe,

When buried alive,

In snow.

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