By: Abigail Handojo 2022
The weather is the worst it’s been in a while
Rain is pouring down with no signs of relent
Our umbrellas are lost, much like your smile
And I hope you know that I said what I meant
I know it seems nearly impossible right now,
But I wasn’t joking when I said it’d get better
We are going to get through this somehow
I’ll teach you how to focus in this weather
Think about all the problems you’ve outgrown
Each one even smaller than your next
Listen to me as I whisper through your phone
And rest knowing I meant every text
“You’re not alone”
We’re not in a movie, I know this isn’t Disney
I can’t be Prince Charming to your Cinderella
And I know it’s a lot to ask for you to trust me,
But I need you to stop looking for an umbrella
Let my words be the hope you prayed for
Let my verses bring you solace when you cry
Let me be your sign that there’s more
Let me be your precious pocket of blue sky
You may be too scared to cry, but so am I
Please allow yourself to let go and vent
Because, together, the best we can do is try
Even I am starting to believe what I meant
Published in Fresh Ink's July Issue
Original cover edited using IbisPaintX and Picsart
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