Whenever it rains, it aches
Feel like a useless shape
The patter of the raindrops break
All that I attain.
There's no sunshine in sight
My eyes blur in the mist
Radiating light from clouded skies
Conceal the tears at nights.
With broken limbs strewn through
And fractured dreams sneaking up anew
Rocky roads splinter my bone
And yet, I trudge away askew.
The sound of rain makes me feel alive again
The pouring stream-- doesn't end
Renewed with the dews of faith
It flows incessant.
Supported by showers of confidence
A downpour of never-give-up
Basking in the rainfall
I love myself through it all.
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CELESTIA
PoetryCelestia is an amalgamation of thoughts, words and emotions that come together in the chaos of felicity. Cover made by the amazingly talented @impishlyawarlock . Poem #13 has a special mention in the 'Poetic Expedition' contest hosted by @Ambassado...
