Rain. Rains perfect it just feels like it fits. It fills all the wholes. It covers up the sadness and the emptiness or maybe that's just how it feels to me.
I walk through the archway back to the pouring rain I smell the beauty of the flowers and hear the stillness and the sound of the heavenly pitter patter on the old barns tin roof. The beauty of nature, my get away. I lie down in the grass and for the first time in weeks I can actually smile because what's before me is worth smiling for.
For the first time in weeks I don't think about my scars I don't think about the sleepless nights. I haven't cried in two days and I actually feel like I'm breathing I don't feel like I'm drowning in deep water Im just in the shallow end trying to stay up. Is this what recovery feels like?
