The Unfinished Storm

My heart is not yet ready to heal,
It's busy fighting just to feel.
They say the storm will pass someday,
But it's right here and I'm not okay.
This isn't healing, this is the fight,
Through the endless, broken night.

I have no time to mend the cracks,
With every wave that now attacks.
How can I fix what's still in motion,
In this raging, terrifying ocean?
I cannot count what I have lost,
When I'm still paying the cost.

So do not tell me I'll be okay,
Don't speak of a brighter day.
You're at the shore, you watch the view,
I'm just trying to make it through.
Don't speak of sunshine and the light,
When I'm still fighting for my life.