rainy day

Rain slowly caresses my face,
Eyes nip gently in watery haze,
This garden seems the right landscape,
A green grassy blanket to hide and escape,
My wet clothes in a cold embrace,
Can't stop my weeping in my own rainy day daze,
I chose to shout my thoughts to the rain,
My first verbal expression of inner pain,
Lost in feelings of lost, wave upon wave of uneasy,
This first step on my recovery path, indeed was not easy.

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