Once I thought that there would be no end to my eternal pain, suffering anguish.
Torrential rain poured over my vulnerable body exposed without a raincoat.
But then after pouring out my troubles into art, poetry, therapy I took solace in literature and found joy.
After I had cried my tears of despair many times I stopped crying and the pain didn’t feel so overwhelming.
Now I keep myself occupied with a book, a language course, volunteering, time with a friend.
I don’t let myself think of my devastating rainstorm anymore.
Copyright © Electra Rose January 2016