And Then there are the days
And then there are the days when the rain has stopped.
sunshine will follow the rain.
By all accounts I should feel the warmth.
My smile aches.
My cheeks are strewn not by rain this time but more tears.
I feel a part of me dying I think of all the tears I’ve overcome, the one I’ve mopped up.
I think about how other people struggle, and see them get up again and again until, one day they don’t.
In these twisted moments of my melancholy; my heart beats even faster- than when I’m even tempered.
I realise I won’t die from heart ache or an abundance of leaked tears.
I won’t dehydrate.
I won’t become the next corpse poised in fledgling flight to arouse its soul.
So many words and questions I wish to ask.
I answer them myself-in moments of cowardice . In these moments of despair, I search for strength.
I love to see people I care about prosper.
I cry because
.. I shouldn’t have regrets.. but I’m beginning to wonder if I should….
Posted on Aug 16, 2019, in STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION, WRITE TO RECOVER and tagged Creative Writing, Creativity, Emotions, Life, MENTAL HEALTH, Nature, Relationships, Stream of consciousness. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.