I am not the things
I think and feel.
I am the stormcloud
I can not escape from.
That sunny, rainy morning
when you knocked on my door.
Only to say that you needed
to leave without saying where.
I am not the things
I speak and hear.
I am the misery
I can not turn away.
That gloomy, humid afternoon
when you came to ravish me.
Simply showing the power you
had on such a fragile soul.
I am not the things
I see and touch.
I am the bogeyman
I can not slay off.
That chilly, foggy night
when you wanted to apologize.
While your actions left a toll
on my already broken body.
. . .
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A/N: Hi, lovelies! I truly hope your June was great and you're having an even better July so far. I don't have that many plans for this month, but I do plan to road trip and travel a little bit to see and experience some new places. Summer is not my favorite season(as shocking as it sounds), but I do appreciate it for its warmth as winter is a very long season for us and super cold, too. On that note, it has been crazily hot lately and I'm literally tripping from sweat as I write this but I'm glad it rained yesterday because the air is so fresh now. As silly as it sounds, rainy days give me the inspiration to write and it's so cosy to hear the rainfall, sip on a cup of coffee for tea and write for hours if not all night long. This poem just came out of me and it's quite raw - the recent events about abortion have awakened some hidden, shuffled away sides from me.
If you ever wanna talk about something - anything at all -, my inbox is always open. While we are living our lives here, trying to make the best of our current days, I do think being there for each other and cheering each other for our wins is quite important. It unites us and makes us feel whole, so do not hesitate to write to me if you feel the need or urge to.
With love,
M.
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