Will this pain in the back of my skull ever go away?
Of course it will, it cannot stay forever
Will the sound of chiseling of ice stop piercing through my window?
Of course it will, Winter is only a season, spring and summer will cease the noise that won’t let you slumber
Will I ever stop writing the same broken story – a shut in, a feeling of despair, a probable and untimely death?
That depends on you, and whether or not you decide to expand your horizons and make better choices
Where do you find such optimism?
It come from the side of your brain without the constant searing pain