The Rain

One was born in a cold space

One was taught to freeze

One learned to complain in silence

One was taught to think thoughts

 That had already been thought before

Worn out, copied, sold

One was raised as an equal

Equal or an equivalent?

Equal

Equally empty

As the other equals

As the other ones

One has thrived in darkness

Though thriving in darkness is quite lonesome

As there is nothing to thrive for

No one to thrive for

One has survived the winters

Over and over again

One has kept one's face above the surface

When the streets were flooding

With lethargy

And lovelessness

One has despised the sun

When shining with all its glory

And kind intention

One has despised the wind

When it blew whispers from another land

Secrets hidden in the whossshhhh

Were drowned by the noise of our own wailing

One has despised the rain

Dancing on sad and grey platforms

Caressing the cheeks of people in need of a touch

Forcing us to feel the sensation

Of caged tears running down our faces

Tears from the overwhelming cup of hollowness

Wiping away the facade

The makeup of perfection

The illusion of control

Melting the masks forged by a civilized world

What remains?

After the rain has purged us all

Removed our shells

And destroyed the delicate composition

Of the modern man

What remains?

After the rain has swept every one of us 

Away

What remains?

When the rain has stopped

And the skies have cleared

Shedding a new light on the world

What remains

Are our true selves

What remains

Are humans

That were lost at sea

The sea of lethargy and lovelessness

But now 

Have been washed up to the shore

The shore of stripped, raw and wonderful

Humanity