The rain drops off the window,
A stray droplet falls behind its companions,
I watch as it runs down,
Collecting the water left behind by the droplets ahead,
Taking on there baggage so no one else has too,
It drips slower,
Slowed by the weight of it,
Until finally,
It realizes it won't make it to the end carrying this pressure,
It speeds up,
Letting go of the burdens because they aren't the droplets weights to carry,
It's unbound,
And I realize,
So am I.
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For you
Poetry• For those with invisible wounds • For those with rushed childhoods • For those with forgotten memories • For the trauma • For those that dream • For those that lost someone important • For the selfless • For those with plastered smiles • for t...
