March 23, 2010
By , Covington, LA
Laying down in my car seat,
Looking up at my closed sunroof,
I see rain droplets on the window clouding my thoughts

Tears trickling down my cheek,
Crying to the thunder,
Someone open my sunroof

My face consumed in salty wetness,
Stomach sore from crying so hard,
Consumed by the dry humidity trapped in my car

I somehow find enough strength,
To open the sunroof,
Letting the rain fall upon my face

Allowing the rain to cleanse me,
Letting the thunder roar in confidence,
I set myself free

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Metallicajunkie This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 22, 2010 at 1:26 pm
I completely agree. I sometimes regret being a sensitive guy, but other times I am grateful for it. I have cried in front of hundreds of people during many unfortunate events, but 'till this day, I feel no shame.
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