the world is not pleasant,
wanting me to shut down,
a silence it could sculpt,
blind obedience to follow.
a mistake was made
as cracks bloom under pressure
and i now shine through them,
impossible to darken.
the world will regret
ever teaching me
how to feel nothing,
because i now feel everything-
and i burn.
Tag: anger
it remains
it keeps knocking,
begging to come in
and introduce itself.
introduce itself as peace,
as a new way to sing
in a world of silence.
silence that echoes
through the halls,
numbing to the mind.
numbness that will disappear,
but never stay quite gone
as the roof begins to crack.
the cracks scatter
and foundation cries,
unable to withstand the weight.
the weight of it all,
crashing down with force,
leaving only the door.
the door,
in which the knocking
continues.
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it’s okay-
to mimic the rain,
to shatter the glass,
to run the faucet without care.
pain,
heartbreak,
fear,
tragedy,
life.
even the strongest
must cry sometimes.
rain doesn’t ruin.
some claim that rain ruins days-
washing away plans
as if they are not meant
to be rinsed sometimes.
as if the sky is not allowed to cry,
too full of emotion and struggle
to continue to shine and prosper.
one small puddle,
a forgotten umbrella,
or even just a rolled down window
and suddenly they hate it all.
but why view it with anger
and not beauty?
the dancing on rooftops,
flowing down hills,
shimmering in streetlights?
don’t hide from it-
embrace the joy from when
we were once young.
get soaked,
jump in those puddles,
celebrate the beauty of nature.
grab her hand and dance
in that empty parking lot,
laughing,
loving,
and remembering that this is
the beautiful world we live in.
make these moments worth it.
live without anger.
live with joy.
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