it’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok

My trauma is not a box

It’s like water 

That flows too quickly

Tastes wrong, unjustifiably

manipulativley

Sinks into my skin again 

It’s composed of this rain 

Falling from the wrong sky 

An old enemy 

That I had long defeated 

This rain falls into my tear ducts 

And I fear that what rolls down my cheeks is real

That it’s all so transient 

And in my weakness I succumb

But every colour in my world is changed 

Shifted so subtly 

Yet not so subtly at all

I rage and rage and quietly I rage

My soul, my home, has changed 

Because we made concrete together 

Diamonds and stars 

Everything real 

And everything magic that could be