Kissed by Rain
The pain in hope and wait
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.*
About the author
I am an author from deep East Texas with a passion for horror and fantasy, often heavily mixed together. In my spare time, when I am not writing, I draw and paint landscape and fantasy pieces. I now reside in Alaska where adventures await.