Rain

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,

sounds like soft feet.

Falling between the earth and the sky.

Crashing when they meet.

Grey fog floats everywhere,

covering the view.

Nothing can be seen,

Except me and you.

You are always there,

through the hurt and the pain.

You stand by me and I by you.

All the while you keep me sane.

In the end,

I’ll say one last thing.

“Thank your rain,

for everything.”

Women

Why is it me,

because I’m a woman?

It’s my responsibility,

to work as a servant?

Why single me out?

Were the furthest apart.

What is this about?

Can you please depart.

Why would you lie?

Please stop the abuse.

Do you care that I cry?

No, you’ve to much to lose.

Family

You’re supposed to love them,

but I cannot.

Talk with them,

it’s all for naught.

Forgive them,

like a robot.

To love means to cherish.

Instead I avoid.

To talk means to listen.

My feelings destroyed.

To forgive means to forget.

My fear paranoid.

Love

When your heart is broken.

When your left in the darkness alone.

When all emotion has left you.

When you wish your heart could be sewn.

When nothing's felt but regret

for all the mistakes you've made.

When the tears fall in countless numbers.

When you wish the price could be paid.

When a stranger comes to comfort,

the anger runs from grace.

When the regret starts to leave you,

love shows its face.

Prayer

Dear God,

The love you have for me is overwhelming!

Through my darkest nights,

I’m not left blindly seeking.

Through my hardest days,

The weight is lifted from me.

Surrounded by death,

My eyes are opening.

When my tears are shed,

You are surrounding me.

The Rabbit

A little toy rabbit,

with fluffy white ears,

and a round curly tail.

Loved for bedtime,

and great for playtime.

A comfort for all the year.

But one thing you don't know,

is when it's alone,

The rabbit, it moves, it starts to go!

It hops around the room awhile,

waiting until it can see your smile.

But when you return,

you won't see a thing.

For it will remain as it had seemed.

for imagination is a special part,

on the inside of every child's heart.

?

A mood.

Is that what this is?

My brain,

A never ending thought.

Like it’s going insane.

Around again it goes,

A secret,

No one knows.

A feeling.

What is it really?

My head,

A fuzzy thing.

I need to go to bed.

The wheels are turning.

Slowly but surely.

But my curiosity’s burning.

A yearning.

Is this it?

My being,

Wanting more,

Searching but not seeing.

A piece missing,

But finally found.

Making it all the more fulfilling.