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Rain
Rain,
Billows ouside
three years
in a purgatory state.
Now the words I've written
hit me hard
like the storm I left brewing.
Many times I tried
to see the storm.
So I could face it like them.
But now I can
I don't blank out
when I write my poems.
I now feel each word
as it cuts deep to my soul.
Why did I wait three years?
And now durring nights
when the pills wear off
I cry like the rain.
And with the rain.
As if I am the rain
that must leave the cloud
maybe the tears
must be shed
for a rainbow
of clarity
to appear.
Three years left numb.
Now the words sting us both
and not just you.
Now I rain on my paper
I hope the storm ends.
Because I've waited three years.
And now all my words sting.
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After losing my brother, I started writing poetry. Whenever I wrote, I would blank out. I wrote this in honor of my brother, James.