Rain

I walk across the wet floor,
Patches of water dripping on me,
I speed up,
The water dripping faster.
I begin to run,
It catches up still,
Making me wetter.

I look up at the sky,
The moist air engulfing my face,
The water slowly penetrating through my skin,
My hair getting wetter by the moment,
The feeling of liberation,
The feeling of freedom.

I slowly lift up my arms,
The water soaking me deeper.
I continue looking up,
Smelling the crispness in the air,
The rain making it all the more sharper,
I feel humble.

Arms outstretched,
I turn around on the spot.
I am by now, completely soaked.
Yet, it feels so gloriously wonderful.
A brief moment,
A serene sensation,
Within the realms of forever-ness.

I am,
Completely calm,
Completely collected,
Utterly devoted,
But not yet ready to move on.

I want to,
Savour this moment,
Stay here forever,
Never leave,
Never abandon,
Just be.

I need to be brave,
I need to understand.
But I still can’t move,
I just don’t want it to be so.

I’m tired of running,
I’m fed up of hiding,
I just wish it would stop,
The endless bounds of hurt,
The evil eating me away,
Inside,
Everyday,
Bit by bit.
Why can’t it stop?

But here,
I feel at peace,
I know the place,
I know the feeling,
I know me.

I’ve become so accustomed,
To hide it,
To disallow it,
To never acknowledge
This void I feel.

I close my eyes,
I breathe in,
Hold it,
And finally let go.

I open my eyes,
I look around,
The World all cleared up,
Dirt washed away.
Simple,
Yet so required.

If only,
The jumble in my mind,
Could be washed away too.
The thoughts dissolving into nothing more
Than a few drops of dew,
Ready and willing,
To melt away
Into nothing more.

 

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