Kissed by Rain

I stood in the falling moors,

Arms opened like wooden doors,

The water dripping around,

Mixing with the thunder’s sound.

Cold clenching my spine,

But I felt fine.

I am merely a bird peering up,

Opening my hands to form a cup.

Tasting sweetness in this cage,

A cycle as endless as its age.

Relishing in a breath so free,

Unlike the little bird of me,

I turn to grasp the cold bars,

Wishing to wash away the scars.

And, I hold a hope deep inside,

That in this ocean I can hide,

The sobs that slip,

From my parted lip.

Perhaps, I can suppress the ache,

As I gaze upon this vast lake,

I stretch my hands to pull it near,

But, the metal imbeds its fear,

Butchering my lung,

Destroying the song I would have sung.

So, I sit in the rain,

And, let it kiss away the pain.

*This is a poem written when I was a child. I do not change or edit poems from my childhood out of respect to the young girl who wrote them. I trust that she knew what she was doing and wanted to say.*