This not a storm that I want to battle.
It is one that I need to survive.
The challenges have gotten harder, and my loves have gone.
I do not know where to begin, but I do know where to end.
I want to be me.
The path to being free is full of bumps that you must take.
That is not my case.
My scars never heal.
I urge to belong in something that I no longer can call home.
This is where the secrets lie, and where the bodies have decayed.
My feet move, but my body just lays.
Why me is a question I can no longer ask.
Is this where I must parish, and fight to call it home?
This is only round 1.