Rain slowly runs down my face-
As if to suggest my crying is recognized, but is yet again hidden.
These days when the pain can no longer be taken-
The clouds soar through my brain.
Words, words are entangled in the trees of my heart-
Rooted, rushing through my veins.
How do I get them out, how do I know what ones to say-
Do I say nothing at all?
Life has had a way of suppressing me-
Allowing others to see the tears as rain upon my face;
These puddles have created an emptiness inside of me,
Soon they will overflow and there will be no stopping them.
I may drown, I may swim-
Maybe someone will recognize it is not the rain upon my face-
Nor the clouds casting my shadow.
It is the burdens that follow me, regrets that swallow me,
And a future I am still not able to see.
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I really enjoyed reading this piece. I love that you used a rain storm as a metaphor for personal feelings. This metaphor helps to emphasize to the reader the impact that negative things can have on a person. “It is the burdens that follow me, regrets that swallow me.” This is a very powerful line. It flows nicely; it’s almost lyrical. Excellent job!
I could really feel your struggles in this poignant write. “Maybe someone will recognize it is not the rain upon my face- Nor the clouds casting my shadow.” Heartfelt, soulful write