It's raining and I'm chilling on my bed listening and relaxing with the sound of the rain on the roof. I grab my pencil and my pad and try to write a poem or something.
Pitta patta
pitta pitta
drop drop drop...
I pause; there goes the sound of? Masking my tears...? No, that's not right. Then I realise, wow Shani, for the first time ever possibly, the poems you write are happy, joyful, celebratory in nature. Most poems I have written to clear my mind and help me get over something that has happened were more solem and dark in nature. Nowadays, the little scibbles I can't finish are decorated so brightly. I never thought that day would come. I'm so happy :D YAY!!
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