The rain

The rain…
I wore a mask that holds many secrets,
But when it rains…
It washes away my mask,
That I always hide behind.

In the rain…
I saw myself, my own heart.
I watched how it loved and hate to survive,
And how it hurt and shattered broken apart.
I saw myself crying hard, screaming so loud…
But still no one could hear me so.

In the rain…
As it slowly unmasked my identity,
I hear a voice in the midst of being broken.
A sign of hope telling me…
To keep going strong and not be afraid of my identity.
Every cold drop from the rain,
Slowly but surely comfort this empty heart of mine.

In the rain…
Where many truth are bare opened.
I realised that this pain will slowly disappear.
As each drop of the rain begins to weight me down like a burden,
I’m not afraid to suffer anymore.

In the rain…
Where beautiful miracle happens,
Only when it stopped raining.
The sun begins to shine,
With warmth that fills my heart,
And gradually carries my burden away.
Then the rainbow will come.
Which symbolised new beginnings.
To lead me through a fresh start.