The sky is clearer than it was yesterday
But there's still traces of the aftermath of rain
I wonder what the weather will bring today
I don't think I can bear another day,
standing in the rain.

I tend to not bring an umbrella
Perhaps it's the reason why I got soaked
Perhaps I should blame myself
That I went through such a tormenting cold.

They told me to dance in the rain
But how can I dance when I can barely move?
The rain is alright, I love the rain
It's the cold that numbed me and took too long to subside.

So I walked along the pavement
After the heavy downpour last night
And watched the puddles of water
Reflecting the sunlight.

Cry for a little while
Wipe your own tears
And don't wait for someone to wipe them for you
Then carry on...

She tiptoed lightly
On a floor made of glass
Graceful as a feather
Counting her footsteps
Figuring out
How to fall without breaking
Though she knew
There was a crack.

I'm in a state of quantum superposition.

There's a pain
A slight tinge of pain,
she tried to convince herself.
A quick stab
But a permanent marker
More so because it's the quiet kind of pain.
The kind that keeps her up at night
The kind that inspires her poems at 3am
The kind that kills you inside
The kind that is gnawing its way into the depths of her being.

It's excruciatingly loud
But only she can hear it.