Charlotte's p.o.v
Inevitable, the end of
my storybook life is drawing
near. Fear refuses to let me
go. The atmosphere predicts
rain and thunder are on the horizon.
Beautifully broken, even the strong cry
sometimes. Dancing in a downpour, I
listen to mother nature speak. I am
weak just like a newborn baby. Torn
asunder, I find peace for my soul through
crying. Merciful, heaven blesses me with
a brand new dawn.