Creating Peace From the Pieces

6pm
I’m alone again
It’s 6pm and the world is bleak again
It’s 6pm and like clockwork, a silent thunderstorm settles on my weary shoulders
I can’t breathe
Memories flash to remind me of lost love and forgotten friendships
They strike like lightning through my storm
The darkness hides my happiness and rationale
I don’t remember that I love and am loved
It’s 6pm and I am alone
My phone rings
I tap ignore
I can’t speak
The silent thunder drowns my thoughts
It suffocates my voice
It’s 6pm and I’m drowning again
I grasp my responsibilities like a life raft
My sense of duty is the only force strong enough to face this storm
It’s 6pm
I’m alone again