You know your hard days before they even play out.
When the wind and rain out your window isn't enough.
And the torrential downpour in your soul is deafening and deadening.
The very light in your room seems dim and pale.
And your heart lay heavy in the bottom of your ribcage.
But.
You also know your good days before they happen.
When the water droplets on your window dance for you.
When your mind is full of softly falling snow, a marvel even in your head.
The lamp at your bedside cuts the dark in joyus warm light.
When you heart sings with each beat, simply joyful to live another day.
You know these days before they happen.
And they know you.
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Be who you are, not what others want from you.
YOU ARE READING
Random Poetry
PoetryI enjoy poetry....so here it is! NOTE: possible swears and possible heavy material - death, suicide, ect. You have been warned. Oh! and credit to the owner of the cover photo (it obviously isn't mine..)
