All my creative pursuits.
Wash me rain, disguise my tears
Bathe me downpour, my way’s unclear
For the ruts are deep, the land abraded
The walking wounded, esteem degraded
Thunder drown the sound of weeping
A silent vow no longer keeping
As I trudge the muddy path
The deluge slows to a shower at last
Soaked and shivering, I carry on
The roiling clouds give way to sun
Soon its warmth dries my skin
And with healing heart I begin
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She was as welcome
As a ray of sunshine…
On a parched desert world
Devoid of life
Atmosphere burned away
By hydrocarbons
She was as wanted
As a downpour…
On the day of the funeral
The mourners soaked
With cold rain
And bitter tears
She was as loved
As an armistice…
On the final day of a war
In which your son
Was the last one
To die
She was as pitch black
As the agony in her broken heart
I pulled the first stanza of this poem straight out of a comment I made yesterday about being a ray of sunshine… the rest of it just sort of fell into place after that. Header Image: Agony and Ecstasy -Paul Lovering
The ache was deep, the chasm wide
A heart left battered, a trust betrayed
And hidden away, locked inside
A broken woman, a soul afraid
And she bravely carries on
Every night a dreamless sleep
A blackness, sweet oblivion
But every sower has to reap
A painful restitution
Her resolution falters
Drowning, gasping, clawing to the surface
Treading dark water, staying afloat
Not so easy when you think you’re worthless
So much simpler to just let go
Lost to attrition
A spark of hope, a love unexpected
Tenderness, a healing balm
Gently loved, caressed, protected
Quiet the voices, issue the calm
Blessed redemption
To take the tentative step to trust again
To give her heart and take one in return
To share a life, to risk the pain
Of a love as intense as a fire that burns
She is salvage
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 