raindrops
cascade down my face.
the smell of fresh water calms me, almost to the point of where it feels like i have no troubles.
like all of the hundreds of things that are wrong with me, cease to exist.
my teeth chatter as i stand in the open field of the woods. my skin is freezing, where for a second it feels as if someone were to hit me, my body would break into a thousand shards of ice.
but it doesnt bother me, none of it does.
it doesnt matter that my clothes are drenched
or that im not exactly sure of where i am
or that i might be ill tomorrow
the cold reminds me that im alive, that every single emotion that im feeling is real.
and now that i know,
i can look forward to being warm again.
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poems / a.s.
Poetrymy name is angelina and writing makes me feel better. not all poems are mine.
