a lonely figure
standing in the pouring rain
wishing for the rain
to wash her troubles away
wishing for the rain
to wash the stains in her heart
wishing for the rain
to wash away the pain in her soul
she looks up at the sky
with tears in her eyes
yes, the impact of the water droplets
hurt
but not as much as how heavy, how painful
her heart had been
or how painful, how tainted
her memories were.
I should know.
for I am the lonely figure
standing in the rain
wishing for everything to go away.
for I am the lonely figure
who secretly wishes
for the rain to drown her
so that she wouldn't drown
in her own pain instead.
the rain gradually stops
the clouds part for the sunshine
to shine down on the earth
but,
the rain in my head hasnt stopped.
there hasn't been sunshine in a while.
a long time, actually.
I wonder how it feels like
to live with sunshine and rain
because, honestly
I cant picture myself with sunshine
in my heart
maybe my heart is too dark
too cold
for the sun to exist
maybe my dark clouds
are too thick
for any light
to pass through
either way
I'm left in this darkness
this downpour
all alone
and there's no way out
is there?
will I be able to not just see
but feel the sun warming my heart
warming my soul?
will I?
maybe.
till then,
I'll just have to pray
that I dont drown in this downpour
I'll have to pray
that I would be able
to keep my head up
till the sun shines again.
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Fragments of A Soul
Poetry'I'm no longer a whole; just fragments of a soul. My life is no longer red or yellow or blue; all that's left is a greyish hue. But, my soul will be whole once again and my life will be filled with sunshine and rain. Till then, words will be my esc...
