Without a thought I drive my hands
into puddles of fallen rain
Hoping to wash away
Past sins and present woes.
I find the water within them
as cold as the water without
An echo of this world’s pain,
a relic of joys early lost.
Have I always been like this?
The water turns, returns from whence it came
leaving me feeling dry and hopeless yet again.
Have I reached a point of no return,
Or does the cycle revolve once more
To bring hope and then again despair?
In motion now, I see the world
As something I can hold again
In my hands, this time with care
And tenderness, as if it were a child
Or a lover I have not seen for many years.
I will hold you close
And never let you go. My love is strong,
And I will always protect you.
About the Creator
John Welford
I am a retired librarian, having spent most of my career in academic and industrial libraries.
I write on a number of subjects and also write stories as a member of the "Hinckley Scribblers".
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