Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Rainstorm


Raging winds blow swift in the night
Tumultuous clouds of doubt stir a southern sky
Fear hides the quiet beauty of the moment
Behind the veil of a restless, worried sigh

How I wish you could walk with me
Feel the rain dancing upon our skin
Knowing that these clouds will pass
The sun returns to shine again.

Doors locked and boarded
Keeping yourself safe inside
I suppose it’s what you felt you needed
My heart grieves, the way you hide

Years of friendship to build upon
Yet you question a heart that’s true
It’s a shame you see it as such peril
Instead of the gift, love brings to you.

So the rains, they fall anyway
Offering merely water for your dry lawn
Serves to keep your facade alive longer
Maybe peace comes, when the rain moves on.

12 comments:

  1. Powerful, insightful and so humanly sad

    But it can be hard if not impossible to believe that risk is the better choice

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    1. Thank you Tyler. Yes...it does seem impossible and that's why we stand safe - out of the rain. This could be (and has been) me from either side. I'm not sure which one is more difficult but standing in the rain always makes for a great poem. *grins*

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    2. ... and actually often a good picture or image

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  2. Only, will you still be here when the rain moves on?

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    1. Good question Christopher...most of us don't stand in the rain too long alone. It's not nearly as much fun.

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  3. It's sad that rain cannot wash away the fear, but when something is that engrained, it takes more than water. I'm not sure what, though. *sighs* Loved this <3

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    1. Wouldn't that be nice if all we had to do was stand out in the rain to cleanse the fear? I believe we have to wash it from the inside out but if we do...we risk even more...so we leave it there to protect our hearts. I've stood on both sides of this fence and both are painful. (There's that damn fence thing again) *winks*

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    2. lol! One of these days, that poem will get written ;)

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  4. My how you navigate tepidly, then unleash to close the deal. Subtle wrath, the suffocating kind...

    Fantastic poem, Miss Tuscany. :)

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    1. Loved your comment! I suppose it seems better to suffocate it than to let it burn you alive. Sometimes we prefer to smolder for awhile.

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    2. Never been a fan of umbrellas personally. I like feeling the rain :) Well that, and in Tx panhandle...they just blow inside out anyway. *shrugs shoulders*

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