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The Day it Began to Rain
The day it began to rain
Blood bubbled from broken skin
Landing on tile floors.
The droplets splattering broken promises
The crimson color of the beaded blood
Matched the crimson color
Of a rose,
Too lovely a comparison.
Too realistic a statement.
But for you its poetic.
The day it began to rain,
Scabs were reopened
Sending desires for new pain.
Fighting the signals,
I spent too much time
Rationalizing the ticking of a bomb
That might just happen to explode,
Too grim an analogy.
Too realistic a statement.
But to you that’s Passion.
The days that it rained were
The formation of scars too fresh to see
They are taking up valuable space
On the canvas that is me.
Decisions from a past
affect the outcome of today
Fighting fire with fire
Brings burns all around,
too ironic a truth.
Too realistic a statement.
But to you thats clever.
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I wrote this piece because someone reading the poem will hopefully gain insight and empathy toward people struggling with mental illness. There are a lot of misconceptions about mental illness, and the stigma needs to be broken.