I woke up
And the world felt quiet
The sky was still gray
Like the thoughts in my head
The ground was still wet
I sat in silence
Thinking about everything I couldn’t fix
I looked outside
And saw a small bird
It was flying
Despite the strong wind
I watched it for so long
It didn’t stop
It didn’t fall
It just kept going
And I thought
Maybe I can too
Rise and fly in the face of the storm
Sometimes, hope is small
Yet, it’s still there
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