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.
Tag: lost
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another stormy day-
the sky screaming
as the clouds fight
and their tears fall.
they hit the windshield
as i commute to work,
reminding me that
i am not the only
broken one.
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i tucked my life into a suitcase,
shirts still holding the shape of my hangers,
memories tucked between zippers.
the floor creaked like it knew,
but no one else did.
no note.
no goodbye.
just the soft click of the door
closing behind me,
like a breath held too long.
the morning was gray,
grass still full of dew,
and the silence
finally had a chance to speak.
the car started up,
a slow cry as if
it was pleading for me to stay-
to at least tell them my thoughts.
goodbye would have hurt too much-
made me second guess
and likely stay.
the road is smooth,
humming as the adventure begins.
alone.
the trees whisper things i cannot hear,
their branches reaching like arms,
but not to hold me.
i walk aimlessly,
the moss remembering me,
footsteps tracking where i’ve already been.
it’s quiet
but not empty-
something watches.
i know i’m not alone,
and that’s what scares me most.
scares me for i am unsure
what is to come.
rog's poems 