Good day!

I actually wrote this piece a long time ago when I felt like I was sucked in by
blackhole- and no one knows what’s inside a black hole since nothing can get out of it. That’s
the thing about depression, no one really fully heals from it because we have this thing called
"relapse”. However, it doesn’t mean we’re not hopeful… sometimes, in the midst of our storm,
we long for sunshine too. I always show up..When the weather is fine.

Epiphany
By: Keeshia Mae C. Basea

Clouds are weeping as I let the angry words sink in,

The loud crackle of thunder is nothing but a gentle reminder that ugly thoughts prevailed,
The rain is no longer music in my ears,
It reminds me of the deceptive symphony that I constantly fear.
A symphony orchestrated so beautifully that you'd think its melody has no danger to entail.
As I stare into this hazy old mirror,
I look back on how I was years prior,
The girl who speaks her mind,
Is now presently frozen in time.
She who often praised the sunshine that contradicts the storm in her eyes,
Unruly like the wild waves, that was her charm,
And then one fateful day she realized,
That in her quest for the best, her own chaos caused her harm.
She used to enjoy swimming in the sea when it is drizzling,
With the raindrops descending into the waves creating ripples and a rhythm so comforting,
-But now I no longer find it calming,
The delicate vibration turned aggressive as if delivering a hateful missive.
A spiteful message of a terrible fate,
Of an impending doom, I help create.
Nonstop thunder and heavy rain come when heaven expresses its rage,
And I don't know which soaks me more: the rain or the sea of sadness engulfing me in a tight
embrace,
I have this urge to scream for help in this forsaken mental cage,
Yet, I fear my voice will be drowned for the rain persists to keep me dazed,
"When will all of this be over?", I thought as my hands reached out for the surface.
Trying to get ahold of something or perhaps... someone... to pull me from underwater.

Clouds are no longer weeping as the sun starts to take a peep,

Its golden rays reached out to kiss my skin,
and my heart pumps so hard wanting to be freed,
This warmth... finally, daylight is here to win.