There is something very distinct between an August rainfall and a December sprinkle.
I can fall asleep during a summer rain and wake up feeling better than I did before.
However, December rain causes my eyes to remain open, staring at nothing in particular.
Time seems to hold for those December nights.
I toss and turn as I reconnect with demons I've tried to reconcile with.
The thumping in my chest begins to hurt and I can't close my eyes no matter how tight I attempt to shut them.
I try to get my brain to be quiet but each raindrop is beginning to sync with the banging of my heart as it sinks in my stomach.
I can't breathe in December rain.
I can't breathe in December rain.
I can't breathe in December rain.
I try to catch my breath, but catching the changing rhythms of my inhaling and exhaling becomes too difficult, so I just stop.
I stop breathing all together and I sit in the darkness of my room.
A tear or two escapes my eyes and they land on my sheets.
Yes, Winter rain is different than a Summer monsoon.
Sometimes you need silence to remain alive.
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Empty Expectations: A Collection of Poetry by Chloe Stadler
PoetryI've always referred to poetry to help me get out of a slump. Many people have asked me to make a collection of my poems. Here it is for those who want to read some of it! Let me know your favorites! Poetry written by Chloe Stadler. Do not plagiari...
