Poetry

Crying In The Rain

When sorrow boils over on a dark stormy night.

AI Image created with Nightcafe by the author

Floodgate of tears, a waterfall
shiny Blue Moon, a painful hue.
Walking a tightrope of their calls,
remembering their laughter too.

Ocean waves, a storm of emotions.
Thunder and lighting on a pier,
reflection of inner motions.
Dark flashes of sorrow, pain sears.

Alone in darkness on a pier,
emotions a flaming sharp spear.
Releasing tsunami grave tears
tight-gripping vice of pain and fear.

Why, oh why? Life’s condemnation.

This cut-throat joker card life dealt
me being me, mockingly so.
hate speech causing self-loathing welts.
learning to let mocking pain go.

That stormy night I learned to love myself, and others for who they are.
I learned to accept uniquely me, for me, and let the past pain be a char.

Kallol Mazumdar, tagged me to participate in his April Prompt “When I cried for the first time in deep sorrow.” The…