JUNE 5, 2010...
Early in the A.M.
Strange silences fill weird gaps, and thunder rumbles overhead. The sound of persistent rain taps and pours and my soul is open, again.
Drowning out thoughts
As they spill all over this page
As I sit, I squirm
Because there are 3 thousand thoughts
Within the brain
The feeling of being desperately overwhelmed
Is subsiding
And I’ve put all my energy
Into wanting and trying
To make you feel happy
I’ve needed this rain
To wash away the old memory
To rinse away the residue
To water new seeds
To start again
I’d love to steal you away
And leave your worries and your pain
Outside to be cleaned in the pouring rain
Lead a path to a place
You’d find perfect
Strip away all the hurt
To find the beauty you hide inside
And leave myself open and
Let you consume me…
Copyright K. Anne Smith
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