poem about hard times – ‘my grey day’

my grey day.

the times i have the least to say.

where i prefer to be on my own,

cause that’s the place i’ve mostly grown.

it’s strange. when i feel low,

but i’ve always been the person to ‘go with the flow’.

so in the times, where i do fall down,

it takes abit longer to flip my frown.

but lucky for me, i’ve done alot of healing,

so i know what to do to get me out of this feeling.

i’ll do the things i love and be out and about,

so i’m not stuck in my head with all this doubt.

and that’s why, when my day starts grey.

i never let it end that way.

-MAO

11/07/2024

photo of dark grey clouds and the poem title 'my grey day' in the middle of image

don’t give trauma the power to control you, you deserve to live how you want. take control of your trauma.

-life advice from one survivor to another