Around the bend I find myself
Wide eyed and dewy
Skin dotted in raindrops
Goose pimples beneath the surface.
Raised and bumpy.
Cold and wet.
I shiver and I am unsure
If it is from anticipation,
Or slowly freezing.
I see the blades of grass
A green so dull it hurts.
Leaves an ache in my chest,
And the pain sits there,
Like an old friend
Still holding onto the past.
Life has chosen to leave,
Chosen to abandon me
On this park bench in the springtime,
Yet peace has never felt closer.
I grasp for it and it falls,
Out of my hands,
As my life has, too.
I couldn't hold my potential
While being choked by reality.
If you have been promised success
Failure feels like death.
I welcome the void
As I welcome the morning;
With open arms and eyelids heavy.
It embraces me,
Somehow both soft and electric.
I float in the nothingness.
I have become one with the universe,
And yet I remain untethered.
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Does the Rain Ever Stop?: Poems and Musings
PoetryHello Reader, This is my collection of poems and thoughts that I have compiled over the last few years. I have been writing for many years and my number one hope is that someone reads my poems and feels seen. Says "oh that's me". We all live in this...
