Posted in Poetry

Waiting for the Rain

I was broken, I was wasting

Almost gave up, nobody noticed

Walking on fire, lost another wing

Got back on my feet to fall again
Gravity is calling me, should I let go?

Holding on to the glimmer of hope

That green would replace this yellow

And my kin would sing again
I shall wait till I can’t anymore

For promises aren’t supposed to be broken

I’ll persevere till the clouds roar

and bestow life upon my dear Earth
Finally, the drop descends to satiate

Then beings of the world and I,

the bird without wings, appreciate

the arrival of our savior, the rain



I'm that person who laughs at her own silly jokes and overthinks absolutely everything. I love reading and writing. But mostly, I love sleeping and eating. And, Game of Thrones.

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