The World Doesn’t Wait

When everyone around me was dying, or so it felt like. When I was constantly bombarded with grief and pain. When everyone seemed to be fulfilled with sunshine while I was stuck in the rain. No. Not the rain. But a storm. Pushing me back and forth and mixing up my thoughts until I couldn't decipher what was right and wrong. Would I ever move on? Sometimes it seems like there's a force trying to egg me forward, but sometimes I miss its giant swoosh of arm and I fall back. Sometimes further back then when I began.