There's a void in my chest that doesn't allow my eyes to see clear.
The pain is toxic, it brings my legs to a tremble.
I try to scream but the only sound is a faint whisper, signalling the beginning of a storm. The start is a choking sob the comes from the heart.
All is unleashed. The years of being the strong person we were told to be finally came down and the winds within me stirred a storm.
The pain poured through every pore and every cell in my body, releasing what I had grown accustomed too.
Strange, that's how it felt.
Relief flooded my now empty pores and seeped into my heart.
I then realized that this storm was inevitable; that it was okay to unleash the fury I held back for so long. It is my, our, instinct to allow ourselves to feel pain.
Without a storm we wouldn't be able to see the beauty and peace that comes after.
Tragically yours,
-Adi
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Tea Leaves and Torn Hearts
Poetry"A place where a lonely girl can express the consultations with her heart." These are little poems that express what my heart wants to tell the world. Maybe your heart feels the same way and finds a sense of understanding here. Tragically Yours, ...
