Sunrise To Rainstorms

This morning I woke with a feeling of brokenness
Which usually doesn’t differ from any given day
But today, today was different

This morning I woke in the midst of a piece of myself
Leaving

Like a balloon someone let loose
And I watched as it floated away into the sky
And down the street
Through cafe’ doors
And into the mouth of a stranger
Who was blowing on her coffee to cool it
And she swallowed me whole

As orange as the early morning sunrise
This piece of me just vanished
And I’m left feeling just a little more broken
Than usual

It’s supposed to rain today
And boy,
Can I feel that storm comin’

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