Under The Dripping Rain

Alone under the dripping rain.

When she doesn't know whether the tears are the sky's or her eyes'...?

A broken bird.

Yet she is standing strong on her feet; her smile is still alluring.

There is a lonely flower before her; she wonders if it feels the same?

And when the rain drips down those petals...why does her hand tremble so? And it takes all her strength not to break down.

Yet...she is still smiling.

It is still beautiful. Alluring.

It is real. It is true.

And like that lonely flower, standing steadily under the rain, lonely but steady, she wasn't going to fall.

She took a breath.

A cage?

She felt like she was locked in a cage.

A cage of memories. Emotions. Feelings. Everything she fought for.

Yet...she is still smiling.

She won't stop. She is strong.

O little flower, only the sky knew what was within.

All the questions we hid. The things we left unsaid. The doubts we pushed away. The fight of the days and the nights...

Yet...she will continue to smile.

In the midst of it all, she is strong.

She is whole and broken. She is home and far away. She is smiling yet teary. She is everything she is and everything she wishes to be.

She is true to herself.