Rain Shower down on me with beating force, with hopes my skin of wretchedness be torn off. Amazingly, with such power comes prismatic beauty, painting the arched sky with colors of the earth. Wet. Dripping off plants and flowers, bouncing off the asphalt road only to be reincarnated as vapor, being primmed again to go into a kamikaze like plunge to earth. As I stand here facing the sky with a welcome embrace, painful glass shards are remembered. And with each raindrop that falls, hitting my Saline body, so does shattered glass course Through my heart… Where is my rainbow?
Reason for writing:
Sometimes, ther are things in our life that would remind us of our pain that we have tried so hard to bury. I allude this part of our life to rain, beause it is like rain... When it falls, it leaves nothing untouched... just like a memory you, me... we all have. Locked away in the darkened recess of our mind called denial....
Birth sign: Libra
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