[cleomaru]

as the rain poured down her face
all she prayed for, a warm embrace
but instead, alone with her thoughts
alone with her pain
looking out, into space. wishing for that falling star
falling to that place where wishes are true
brought true by angels under grace
where beauty and joy abound
not a single lost soul to be found
it is just a fantasy, a flash of light
there's no one there to hold her tight
just the hole as deep as night
no sparkling stars, only stabs of pain
so there she stays, living in the rain
alone again and evermore
dreading dearly whats to come
like a dream from which you cannot wake
feeling like one her very heart did take
never, forever, which terrorfies
will there ever be one to dry the rain from her eyes


"don't kick the puppy" ~ j.e.p.

[SeptemberMorn]

Beautifully written!!

I'm well acquainted with the feeling. It's usually with me. The lesson I've learned since I've had depression is that it's all up to me to dry my own tears and try to live in a place where "I am enough." When we reach that place, we can then accept more freely the people that come into our lives to enrich them. If we lose them by any means, we know that we can still go on.





<font color=blue>"Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt" --Shakespeare</font color=blue>