darkest hour..
In the darkest hour, as clouds convene,
Thunderstorms from the sky intervene,
A powerful symphony of sound and might,
Reminding her she's not alone in her fight.
Through cracking thunder and roaring rain,
Her shattered heart finds solace and gain,
For the lightning strikes with brilliant flare,
Echoing the pain she's had to bear.
The skies unleashing their electric wrath,
Mirroring the anguish within her path,
But as the storm rages, she finds release,
Knowing others have suffered, seeking peace.
For in the chaos of the tempest's might,
She finds solace in the shared plight,
And as lightning illuminates the dark,
She realizes she's not alone, but a spark.
Together with others who've been torn apart,
She rises above, mending her broken heart,
For thunderstorms from the sky remind her true,
That strength lies in embracing what we've been through.