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Thursday night #poem Sometimes The Rain There are times I walk through pouring rain with no umbrella to shield me from all that grieves the pain. The world watches me as I tremble through muddied cemented fields where sadness remains and scurry past landmarks studied through a mind of loneliness as I remember tears I never allowed to sweat as my hearts perspiration and this is my quiet inspiration. There are moments I stand still drenched in reality looking up at a sky that stares back at me without blinking as time drizzles into the distance of the recurring memories I have sheltered deep within as my strength towards progression; a progression that has led me to a temporary regression as I filter through anger to find that dry place I feel I belong and this is my search to be strong because sometimes the rain washes away the emotional stains of all the heart gains; sometimes the rain is the healing dark clouds release in order for me to shine again; sometimes the rain reveals all that has emptied/ all that has escaped down an never ending drain and sometimes the rain is just all that remains. © 2010 Tarringo T. Vaughan
Posted on: Fri, 28 Feb 2014 00:09:04 +0000

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