Raindrops

As the raindrops fell, I did too.

Down, deep into a hole that I didn’t want to get out of.

There is something so comforting about the darkness.

How it fills the void, the space, when you really need it to.

There is no ending or beginning to it, as it just continues to coexist with everything else.

It’s funny how darkness gets a bad rep, but shouldn’t the light get criticized too?

Why do we idolize the sun, that knows how bright its rays are, but can use them against you?

We all have gotten burned by the sun when we are out under it for too long.

That warmth, if not careful, can turn into burns.

Why don’t we cherish the sweet moon?

That brings us comfort within the darkness, and exists among the stars?

Why are we paradoxically living like this?

What magic have we been missing, when we decide to succumb, to societal rules?

~Christina Snitko