It's raining again.
It’s raining again,
Not that you can hear it.
It’s echoing around me,
Like the ghost of our laughter.
I cried again,
Not that it’d matter.
For you crying was always the same as laughter.
It’s sunny again,
Not that you’ll feel it.
Dirt tends to cover the experience of feeling the sun's healing power.
This one was a good emotional outlet when my brother passed away, so I wanted to take the opportunity to be raw and honest with my emotions here.
Sharing my art and articles here is such a lovely opportunity!
Thank you for reading and engaging. Constructive and kind feedback is always encouraged.
I hope you are enjoying my posts.
I would like to state that I have a collection of all of my poems in three published short books as well that you can search and reference or read more of if you'd ever want to.
A Gentle Mind on Fire, A Gentle Minds Embers, A Gentle Mind Smoldering.
