I like the rain.
It makes me feel like I'm not the only one.
Like it's suffering along with me.
It reminds me of everything.
It reminds me of my tears, when I cry of vexation, joy, and despair.
It reminds me of God, sobbing over our sins.
It reminds me of home, the place that's so beautiful and dreadful at the same time.
It reminds me of him, the one person I wish to forget.
Which is why I stand up here on this rainy day, ready throw away all the pain and melancholy.
Ready to bring the ache in my head and throbbing in my chest to a halt.
Ready to beget it all to the furthermost part of my life.
Ready to jump.
And that I will do.
Uhh this one was not that good. It was the first poem I've written in a long time so..I'm sorry.
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Hiraeth
PoetryJust my thoughts I put down on paper, something easier to understand. Though some of them, might not be that understandable. Hiraeth- a homesickness for home to which you can not return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the...
