The wind is blowing,
thunder begins to scream,
the silence is sobbing,
drops begins to stream.
She is holding it down,
praying for them to stay,
the lightening flashes,
taking them away.
Because she's sad, and no one understands her struggles.
She's turning that pain into something beautiful.
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Categories;
a) Relationships
I will be talking about friends, family, breakups, gatherings, love
b) letters to my future self or you
letters of hope or tragedy or strength to help you and me find hope again.
c) Random
Writings and poems about nature, objects, feelings not categorized.