Rainy days and Wednesdays.

Rainy days and Wednesdays.

Even raindrops cry.

Tears within tears,

Waiting to burst,

Not with a shout,

But a whisper.

The inside

More delicate,

Easy to hurt.

Tenderness resides,

In a sea

Of storms.

Wrung out

From within,

Where deep hurt

Plays in light.

Refracted

Through a lens

Of lost dreams,

Drowned in streams,

That twist and turn.

A spectrum,

Of water colours,

Washed by their fall.

Scattered by the wind,

To flow,

Endlessly.

A ceaseless,

Flood of sorrow.

Lost,

Somewhere,

Between the lines

That separate,

What has happened,

From what will follow.