WASH AWAY MY SORROW

Please wash away my sorrow and pain. Let it flow down the streets with the rain. Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness, Joining others on its way past the madness. The ocean may take it far away, To places, we cannot even say. Where no one recognizes its sting  Or knows the infliction it can bring. Let the rain grow harder with its might, Becoming hail on this fateful night. I want to be free of all traces Of unwanted feelings and faces. My body grows cold from the rain. It stands clean and free from the pain. Shivers create a path down my spine, As I wait in the dark woods of pine. I hold my head high to the wet spray. It becomes a mist of blue and grey. The faucet has turned off for the night, Leaving me feeling clean and so right.

NEW BEGINNINGS

 

 

NEW BEGINNINGS

The rain hits the puddles

in a staccato rhythm.

Tree branches hang low,

weighted with water.

Flowers lift their faces

for their morning washing.

The cold, crisp rain

refreshes and renews.

The clouds wring dry.

The sun returns

to brighten the day.

The air smells clean.

A new day dawns.

A new beginning.

LOST IN THE RAIN

 

Lost in the rain.

Beaten down.

Alone.

Drifting.

Tired.

Wet.

Ready to give up.

On life.

On the world.

Curled up in a ball.

Ready for my last breath.

Then the unexpected happens.

The sun comes out.

The birds begin to chirp.

A wet breeze hits my face.

I look up into the sun.

I don’t feel alone anymore.

I feel alive.

I’m happy I waited.

Waited for time to pass.

For time to heal old wounds.

I’m ready to face the day.

BECKONING

 

The colors of nature are

Bright and fresh,

Soothing and serene,

Beckoning for you to take

A stroll through the flowers and

Inhale their sweet fragrance.

Take time to appreciate nature

And all it has to offer.

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.

RAINDROPS ON MY MIND

Raindrops on my mind.
A feeling of cleanliness.
How can we resist its pull?
It draws us to the window.
To watch its majestic descent.
It washes away all dirt and impurities.
Wash me.
Make me fresh and new.
Who can ask for anything more?

SALTY FRESHNESS

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~ sunshine by the sea

 

Come to me.

Don’t stop.

I want to feel your wetness.

Your salty freshness.

Between my toes.

In my hair.

Come to me.