She felt cold,
Sitting on the marble pavement.
While the rain poured soft,
Her tears stormed out her chest.
Knees crouched,
Head on them,
She sobbed with the soft rain.
Chills ran through her body,
Strong heart hers ached,
Her hair dripping wet.
She heard the rain,
She felt it on her,
There it was for her;
The people meant, mere strangers.
Whenever knocked on doors,
Doors got closed.
Needed a pair of ears to hear,
Ears turned deaf.
Needed a pair of eyes to understand,
Eyes turned blind.
Needed a hand to hold,
The hands shoved hers off.
Her time was kept for them,
Their not a single second for her;
Her priority were they,
She a burden.
Available for everyone,
All souls busy when it came to her.
A soft breeze blew,
Warming her up.
She lifted her head up,
Stared far away;
Silent gaze in wander,
She stood up.
Wiped away her tears,
Put a smile on her face.
Realized there she was for her.
When needed a hug, she'll herself,
Will listen, see, hold, prioritise and;
And be busy with her.
There was the rain for her,
So were some more, maybe still in hiding.
- Zayana Cullen
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Silent Whispers of Dysphoria
PoetryWhen mirror is not enough to reflect emotions, when talks are not enough to convey feelings, a silent poem and a pen and it's creations may help. Edit (April 14, 2020) : This book was previously titled as "Autumn Leaves" *NOTE FOR READERS* Dear rea...
