Tears on my Pillow


The rain started to fall. Softly at first. You know that quiet calming hum of raindrops falling. And then the thunder started. I lay in bed surrounded by pillows, and allowed myself to be comforted. By the world crying in harmony with my own tears. The rage of the thunder matching the rage of my own heart. I felt at one. And even though I knew my world would never be the same, even though I would have to find a new way, I knew, yes I knew, that everything would be okay. That once the storm had passed and my tears had dried, that I would find the strength to rise up again.