Forsaken

Unclogging my journal after a long respite is such big relief. It’s finally time to let go of the ridiculous past. Ugly. Monstrous. I want to release it to the wind and let it mix with the air to be purified...

I couldn’t remember how long ago was this...

The rain kept on pouring while I sat on the park bench drenched and soaked, smiling... but deep inside, my heart was breaking. My tears fell along with the rain. I was smiling, yes, I was...to hide the pain. Crying along with the rain concealed the reality for the tears mixed with the rain and no one could separate one from each other. People wouldn’t know, they wouldn’t even see...

A puddle nearby was slowly forming. As the water gathered and formed a larger circle, I imagined my pain and heartache pent up, like the puddle it flooded the whole path. The rush of hurt was about to explode along with the thunder. I saw the lightning cut through the silvery sky, a sign that I was about to let anything I feel roar with the thunder. The loud and continuous boom seemed to have rolled on my chest purging out all the pain.

Aaahh!!! I let it all out. Rain, lightning, thunder... my tears, pain and anger... all released...

I don’t know how long I sat on that bench. When I became aware of my environment, I saw a faint sunshine ripping through the gray skies. Slowly, the sun revealed its majesty and I noticed the water puddle becoming smaller and smaller until it fully disappeared.

Seeing such a phenomenon made my heart felt light. That was a simple but magical occurrence that reminded me of the sun's power to dry up the hurt leaving no trace at all.

I stood up and happily walked back home. But was wondering, would there always be rain to hide my tears?

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