as the droplets of rain pour over my head
cleansing me of my sins
they blend in with my tears
it seems that the world is crying with me too
i am so cold
i sink to my knees
imagining the warmth of outstretched arms wrapping around me
i see my rippling reflection in the puddles on the sidewalk
knowing i am looking at someone who i no longer understand
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poetry trip.
الشعرA collection of poems about trauma, grief, addiction, childhood, and loss.
