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Alone in the cool wind.

Stands below the gray sky.

Amidst a field of green grass,

Waving in the wind.

It washes over my face,

The sweet touch of calm.

Fills my lungs.



My heart slows down,

My breathing becomes less rapid.

The cool wind,

Doesn’t hurt,

Comfortable.

Not to hot,

Not to cold.



The fingers linger on my lips,

As I breathe in the fresh air.

The unforgiving sky,

Holds the rain in a little longer.

Yet I still hear the thunder in the distance.

The world silently crying,

As I silently shed my tears.



I don't whimper,

Nor do I beg,

I don't wail,

Or fall apart.

I just stand,

Watching everyone else.

No one would guess,

The silent tears,

Streaming inside my head.



Rain gently falls.

A light mist,

Glistens on my arms.

I love the feeling.

To just stand there,

Soaked and cold,

But still completely calm.

Even as it rains harder,

I love the rain,

The beauty.



But more so is I don’t have to hide the tears,

They can stream down my face,

And no one would know.

Silent no more,

Free to the world,

But still hidden away.