Rain-washed Memories

a heart, could it ever be tired? like my feet are from running

endlessly finding shelter from a storm that won't end

been carrying weight, lived searching for more

as if I can take more of it,

as if I don't have enough of it.

both hands are numb now from switching

left and right holding an umbrella big enough to cover the world

that wants to take it off, take it off.

It is not what it needs, all of this; useless weight

what to do? this body knows

running, hiding, and defending,

it dances alone.

mother told me chaos and celebration sounded the same

they are both loud.

father told me joy and anger felt almost the same

they both push something out of us, making ourselves erupt.

Are you sure that the rain poured out for you to hide yourself from it?

or maybe, just maybe it's God's way of touching you

but you are not allowing it.

or maybe, just maybe it's not stopping because

it hasn't given up on you yet, it's still looking for you

it's still pouring, see?

What are you doing?

all soaked up, take all of it off

run and dance barefoot!

open and sing your heart out!

Look up for God's sake.

it will take a lifetime of pouring to wash away what a heartbreak left me,

"You are beautiful with it," he said. The person who gave us the scars is different from the one who will make us see that we are beautiful with them.

there are cases it's the same person,

and sometimes it's just us; ourselves.

whatever it is; let it rain.