#rainsoakedwords

[poeticidioms]

[mixtapenumber16]

Rain-Soaked Words and Broken Umbrellas

Today's a "perhaps" kind of day. Perhaps it's the rain lashing down, soaking me to the bone because I, of course, left my umbrella at home. Perhaps it's the scratchy pen digging into my fingers as I try to claw some sense out of this gloomy day in my journal.

But mostly, it's seeing a familiar face at the café, all smiles and laughter with his girlfriend. A punch to the gut disguised as a picture of happiness.

Love. Perhaps that's the word I'm searching for, the one dripping with the bitter aftertaste of disappointment. I pile hope onto possibilities, building castles in the sky, only to watch them crumble at the first hint of reality.

My efforts feel lost, like whispers swallowed by a vast, uncaring void. Every ounce of heart poured out, every vulnerability laid bare, seems to vanish without a trace.

But maybe, just maybe, there's a tiny flicker of hope even on a day like this. Perhaps writing, like rain on a windowpane, helps wash away some of the gray. Maybe getting lost in a book or a song offers a temporary escape.

Perhaps these "perhapses" are enough, for now, to build a fragile raft that keeps me afloat on this sea of heartbreak.

[poeticidioms]

Outside, it is raining

The droplets of rain are shaping

The map of my mind

The depth of my soul

The course of life is ever changing

And I tell myself to keep behaving

Sigh after sigh

I keep playing my role

[poeticidioms]

When the clouds shroud the pale blue sky

As dark as midnight

I will be there for you

Holding your hand tight

The rain coming down in torrents

Falling away like passing moments

Time may dart

Our paths may part

And I will be there for you

We'll begin again, right from the start