I look through my
windows,
Out into the world,
Shades of brown,
green and gray swirl,
What I see, the
potential beauty never to be found.
The rain pours down,
Much like my hopes,
dreams and corners of my frown,
The drip, drip drop
onto the,
Sucking, sopping
swollen ground,
To much rain has
arrived,
The earth it feeds,
No longer can it
give it the space it needs.
It feels like it
rains more than it shines,
And inside I cry and
wine,
More than I show my
pain,
When I flood there's
nobody around to drown,
It's only me damming
in the emotion,
Never do I let it
breach to flow through my network or rivers,
The things inside
wont make it to the ocean,
Because there's
nobody connected closely enough,
To be my river,
Maybe I'm an angel,
maybe I speak nothing but guff,
Either way,
I'm struggling,
For me life never
feels like a meadow on a summer day,
Weather you know me
or not,
There are many
people that will be the same,
Internalized pain
and their eyes are the only things that feel hot,
They push it back,
Stop their emotive
rain flowing into your river,
Allow you to be free
by taking your weight,
Enjoy walking
through the fields eyes wide to see,
The beauty and the
sun drying out the hay.
Perhaps you think
I'm being fluffy,
That is fine,
I'd just like to
thank you,
I know whom not to
wine,
I hold no hate,
But not can I call
you my mate,
I shrug my
shoulders,
Now it's time,
For you to carry,
No wait,
We have to be there
for one another,
Just you're the one
and I'm the other,
Keep going and roll
your own boulders.
I am a soldier,
A soldier for my own
army,
I can't stop myself
from being a dam,
Unless you are ready
to catch the corners of my froun,
Here comes the
torrent,
Take a breath,
Listen, hold on and
try not to drown,
Are you ready to
look from the world into my windows,
To see shades brown,
green and gray,
I hope you realise
the beauty and choose to stay.
Weather is wet,
I will always fret,
With or without you,
I'll still have me - come what may.