the sun still rose

this is the part of the story people don't want you to know about.

the struggle.
the parts that get rough and dirty.
the sin.

this is the part of the story where I get quiet.

because this isn't a victory... yet.
the potential is there, sure.

I have to remind myself to breathe in and out.
this part of the story wants me to forget.

this is the part of the story where the ghosts are real, and the people are fake.

but the sun still rose today.
and that gives me hope that joy lies in the pages unseen.