Written ‘For Women Who Roar‘ in September 2, 2020
Sometimes, I feel like I’m two people.
Half of me is the person the world sees, with a smile and ease about them; the other part worries continuously weighed down by my thoughts.
It feels like rain when the latter turns up. The clouds closing in around me, darkening all of the light as the droplets fall heavier as she approaches, blanketing everything with tears from the sky.
I like to imagine it’s her arrival song, her entrance music, even when I know it’s all in my head; because her feet make no noise against the soil, and there’s nothing else causing a sound other than the ‘rain’ meeting my bones.
She’s the darkness in a bright day; the heaviness when you already feel weighed down. She’s that version of me peppered with sadness I can’t shake, needing control and hunting for perfection.