Downpour

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: March 22, 2007

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Rain running down my skin. Looking down at my reflection in a puddle of water. Ugly duckling I think to myself. Who would want me? Always thrown to the side or put last. The rain still caressing my body, making me feel colder than I already feel. Who would want to hold me when I'm cold, look at me, or touch me? Rage coursing through my veins every once in a while because of the way I am, because of who I am. I start to shiver when it starts to rain harder, pelting at my skin. I start to walk down the road, seeing people stare at me. I'm not looking at where I'm going and fall into a puddle of water. People pointing and laughing at me, no one bothering to help me up. Then someone puts their hand out to help me up. I grab the hand of whoever it was and helpeed me out of the puddle, eyes wet from the tears that stung my face. I wipe them away from my eyes to thank the person but when I looked into her eyes, I became alive. I couldn't open my mouth, just staring into those distant eyes. My life that was full of sorrow and rage became feelings of solace and peace. My emotions finally calm, no longer a sea of battling wars. Which one would win? Which one would lose? I could see clearly now, knowing what I need to do with my life, instead of hiding in the shadows of pity. I needed to be in the light of which I could be seen and heard.  My opinions that never mattered are know important to the people around me, all because of the person who pulled me out of a living hell into a life that actually matters.


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