The Day of Transcendence

I remember the day when I
Was sulking in my bed, staring
At the ceiling unaware of my body, myself.
As the echoes of my heart wailing,
Were too loud to be ignored;
The pain piercing through my chest,
Was making the earth’s rotation feel so slow;
That’s when I heard a sound from my window.
Alike, weeping, wailing was the rain,
And my heart found it’s comrade.
Lifting my head, step by step,
Reached the terrace on that gloomy day.
And let my heart scream and cry in pain,
My feet danced to the tunes of it’s lament.
So long, the blood rushed to my head,
The trees danced to the tunes of it’s lament.
So long, pleaded the angry clouds to remain,
The winds danced to the tunes of it’s lament.
Every inch of my skin soaked in rain
Of water, of love, of pain
The shivers of cold putting an end
To a beautiful transcendental display.
I could tell, the universe was proud,
As I sat there feeling cold again.
Sunshine touched my palm and face,
Telling me there’s warmth within.
If I fail to muster strength to look for it,
The Sun will come as a messenger of hope.
I look at my reflection and I see
Strength.

“How a flower in the rain only grows more when it’s gray, you just shined on brighter making gold out of the pain.”

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