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Here comes the rain

So no one can see my pain

By Erica JordanPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Here comes the rain
Photo by reza shayestehpour on Unsplash

Here comes the rain

So no one can see my pain

I sat outside to write today,

Whoa, surprisingly cold today.

It makes me hurt all over.

I can tell what the weather is just by waking up and having pain.

Sad right,

Makes me want to fight.

For what though?

My health?

Honey, I gave that up a long time ago.

Nothing has changed for me in so long.

I’m sick of it.

Bring on the rain.

At least when I’m in the rain no one can see my tears.

Or hear me yelling silently at my gods.

Why all this physical torture on my entire body, since the day I was born?

Enough,

Please.

I just need to rest.

Rest my mind and body,

A reset if you will.

But again, here comes the rain, so no one can see my pain.

-ej

sad poetry

About the Creator

Erica Jordan

Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.

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