Rain

water drops on glass
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And like the rain, I poured.

When I look back, I wonder how she bears it all; to bury five children, to lose what you knew would never be your own.

To see the sun, the moon, the spring, summer and fall…

And like the rain, I poured.

When I look back, I see your face among them, souls thriving on keeping up appearances, bodies yearning for redemption, throats liquored up, children lined up, hopes squashed…the same people who made promises and like me, abandoned them to the wind.

Be careful what you tell a child,

More so, what you make a child see…every day.

And like the rain, I poured, my thoughts like drops that hit the earth, gone but not forgotten, splashed but not ignited…these thoughts are like the rain, these feelings are not the rain, they ooze out of me, unashamed, relentless and full of vengeance.

Let it pour.

Let it pour.

Let it pour.


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