It was more about the idea of us
than it was about us…
the dreams that were built by unfinished
half grown humanbeings
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Let it rain
Ajaib…
Were You a cloud carrying old rain? poked by a Mountain poaring on my head top
Is it my past pain and heartaches
I hear You humming?
Whispering to strangers “I love her” while whiplashing on my back…
Did You forget that I had a sign that said
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass… It’s learning to DANCE in the rain…
Did You forget? The sign You hated… calling me unrealistic…
I would have taught You to dance too…
But you chose green river, and to blacken my liver…
SO… Sorry, I think You are hurting… I pray for your healing…
And if this is part of your uprising, don’t worry I won’t sink by the load… For I am unwiring the pain away
As I seal back the cracks and holes that let in
Hurting people who hurt People…
Life is too short to wasteaway
Let it rain…
After this prayer
I am dancing it all away…
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Divorce/separate/breakup
It is like cutting away a piece of you…
Be it a tumor or a healthy limb…
The more time you spend The more you grow with and into each other…
The remaining fact is
Life has changed for you forever.
As piece of you is cut away
When the smoke clears, the anaesthesia wears off and the storm cools down.
You Will feel all of it at once…
Be it good for you or bad
The fact is home isn’t home anymore… So it is absolutely OK to be saddened by that simple yet uneasy fact…
And in time you shall heal… Until then… don’t deny yourself to feel…
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