I am the bird that everyone knows.
Never sees, only feels my presence.
Visible in your mind, noticeable in your heart.
My wingtips are dashed with anxiety,
my tail feathers streaked with frustration and loss.
On my back, I am speckled with distress and pressure,
unavoidable.
I am cursed;
you are cursed.
I am cursed to live with you,
with everyone.
You are cursed with my presence,
but you can adjust to let me fit
make room
even though I'm unappreciated.
I am here
no matter what.
The rain scares me
intimidates me
loud and imposing and looming
often arriving with thunder
lightning
sometimes power outages
The rain comforts me
soft drizzles rinsing out the hardships
My virtual home
where I can make my words dance and no one can change the choreography
where I can be loved by other people like me
where I can realize that I'm not as alone in the world as I originally thought
This is when all my thoughts merge
into one big cloud
chasing me everywhere
demanding things
this is when I answer
when I walk home
when I contemplate reality
life
existence in general
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