It’s The Only Time I Feel I Belong
At one with myself
She woke one morning, her eyes open
The weather, a perfect match to her mood,
Dark low hanging clouds, ready to burst
As are her feelings as she lays and broods.
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The clouds are getting darker, ominous
Pregnant with moisture, ready to teem,
A few solo drops, a gentle pitter patter
And down it pours, never to stop it seems.
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She scurries out of bed, excited now
She flees from the house, into the rain,
Her mood now uplifted, jolly and free
Just a downpour to keep her sane.
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I watch as she dances, twirls and laughs
Joy eclipses the sudden glorious rainbow,
She uplifts her face to smile at the heavens
All is well now, as she shrugs off her woes.
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I ask her why she loves dancing in the rain
As I’m most interested in her childish glee,
She opens her heart and Soul as she dances
It’s sheer uninhibited emotions set free.
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She answers, as if imparting a secret
“It’s the only time that I feel I belong,
I’m one with the earth, free at last
Her rain my tears, her wind my song.”
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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