THE RAIN

A feeling of cleanliness.
Let the water rain down on me.
I can’t resist its pull.
It draws me to the window.
I watch its majestic descent to earth.
It washes away all dirt.
The impurities left behind by humanity.
Wash me.
Clean me.
Make me feel fresh once again.

MAGIC

 

 

Look up to the white skies.

Magic before my eyes.

White flutters to the ground.

Without even a sound.

Masking the dirt with white.

So pretty and so bright.

If it could remain this way.

A blanket for one more day.

BURIED ALIVE

A DEEP GRAVE

lifeisthefight:

You can bury me.
Place in me in a deep grave.
Throw dirt on me
And walk away.
But I will survive.
I will dig my way free.
I will be back.
The human spirit cannot
be extinguished.
It will continue to shine
despite evil’s attempts
to destroy it.

It will shine forever more.

WHO AM I?

Who am I?

Who was I?

A man.

A woman.

A doctor.

A soldier.

Maybe a murderer.

Does it matter?

Does it matter anymore?

We all end up the same.

Underground.

Buried.

We end up as skeletons.

But it is how we are

remembered

that matters.

Our memory lingers on.

Remembered as a

doctor,

soldier,

or murderer.

It’s your choice.

A DEEP GRAVE

lifeisthefight:

You can bury me.

Put in me in a deep grave.

Throw dirt on me.

And walk away.

But I will survive.

I will dig my way free.

I will be back.

The human spirit cannot

be extinguished.

It will continue to shine

despite evil’s attempts

to destroy it.

Shine on.