Pitter patter pitter patter
The rain against my window
Creak squeak creak squeak
The steps under my feet
Tug pull tug pull
Putting on my boots
Groan yank groan yank
My heavy front door
Splish splash splish splash
Skipping through the rain
Tear after tear after tear.
Crying where no one can see me.
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Author:
That quiet girl (
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Comments3
You shouldn't have to hide to cry dear, I love your style of writing
I love the imagery
subtle, your pacing and natural rhythm
feels effortless
such a hard style to get right
your keyboard must have seen
a lot of mileage, for you to accrue
such practised skill..
a wonderful read, thanks for sharing
(imagine tears, as your mind's
way of sweating, some
of those suffocating hurts and anxieties
in your life..
don't fight them, instead
use them, like rivers
follow them back to their
sprouting, roots
and deal with that initial problem
causing you pain
not your emotions or feelings
the actual, factual
problem
you can deal with, find it
and strive to find a way
from having it Affect your life
to such an extent..
I wish you, Peace)
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