outside it’s raining
tapping on my window
i’ve come to welcome the storms
that shadow my heart
these late hours

i smoke and feel my thoughts drown
it’s a tsunami in my head
and an earthquake in my heart
how many broken roads have i crossed?
how much splintered wood have i tried to soften with my delicate hands?
i once took pride in my gentle
but now i’m brash like metal
hard as stone
grey and dimmed
but inside me is a rainbow

i stopped tallying the...