Rainbow
Have you ever wondered what rainbows taste like?
I do, and it’s not because of its beautiful colors nor is it because of the sour gummy tape like candies that I like so much.
There were moments that I would stare up the sky, and start guessing what kind of shapes the cloud would take, then it suddenly began to rain.
They say, the rain represents our sadness, and after every rain, there’s a rainbow. The rainbow is meant to represent a new beginning, that in every darkness there’s light.
But what if..
you had lost the light you thought you had
or what if you never had it in the first place.
Whoever said these needs to get a raincheck.
Because the rain I know, never stops.
It just grew even stronger and heavier,
an endless rain full of insecurities and
emotions scattered all over like spilled milk.
Except the ones who topple the milk over are the demons that decided that it would be fun to play this game as they never plan on ever stopping...
There were times the rain would turn into fresh morning dew drops, a false sense of hope.
And I would wonder what would have happened if it did stop,
will I be able to see the rainbow I kept hearing so much about?
Will I be able to escape the deep steep that I can’t seem to see the bottom of?
I wonder what rainbows taste like,
as I drown in my own rain.
