I have taken many breaths,
some deeper than others.
pain
When the pain comes,
I don’t hide.
I write my wrongs to feel better. Do you?
Looking back, I can tell you that I wish I could do things over.
Rain dropped from the rooftops.
Some brought their umbrellas.
I’ve never been normal in this life. I’ve been creating my own light.
This pain paints a sad picture.
