A Letter

A Letter

I write this letter to the person who left me in the rain.

You never tried to find me again.

People say it’s true�"

no one can stand with you in the rain.

Everyone leaves, afraid of getting wet,

afraid of not staying dry.

I hate the rain,

but I love the thunder and lightning.

They make me quiet,

they make my heart quiet too.

My heart is full of pain, like a dark night.

I never thought of bringing any light

to make it bright again.

I stopped dreaming,

like I forgot how to do it.

Now I sleep with open eyes.

I draw on the walls with full of colors,

but I lose myself in all the darkness.

I hate the way the world lives happily

while I feel more than I see.

Maybe I am like Pluto�"

once part of the system,

now left behind,

hiding pain behind a smile.

Unloved.

Unacceptable.

By its own planet.

So it left the world,

now living in the Kuiper Belt.

I left the world too,

with my soul still inside me,

never understanding why

no one stood with me in the rain

and helped me dream again.

I don’t think about the person who left me.

But my world stopped that day�"

and it has stopped being seen.