The Rain.

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The rain patters with mighty fury,
Upon my ocean of worries,
It strikes, without dismay,
Sending shivers through my feeble frame,

I curl away into time,
Afraid its tears will taint my cry,
The rain, it’s pouring down on me,
But I won’t let it stop my grief…

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© The Short Black Girl, 2015.

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11 thoughts on “The Rain.

      • Today I thought about the comment I made previously about coming out of pain and finding joy. I want to modify it! I realize that there are sometimes amazingly difficult but valuable experiences/lessons that take place in times of pain…so maybe I should say, do not dwell in the pain but just visit it when necessary.

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  1. I totally agree with you Iwalewa. But I think essentially, when people tell you to be happy always, they reckon that there will ALWAYS be those times when circumstances try to steal your glee, and leave you exasperated, anxious, annoyed, and wanting. So I think it’s fine to compel people to be happy, find joy always, and break away from pain, because often times, we lose track of the lessons and get tempted to over- indulge ourselves in it.

    We can’t separate ourselves from hurt and pain. It is a part of our lives. It is written. It will be, one way or another. But essentially, we mustn’t be swayed by it.

    Thank you so much for your thought- provoking comments! You rock! 🙂

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