Where the Broken Go

Spring

The rain seeped in through the cracks,

etched like twigs through the pane.

Outside, flowers hung with hunched backs,

while the tree branches swayed in vein.

The rain pelting back the glow of spring,

while my emotions sit in waiting...

For the sun to usher in that new thing,

I've been so eagerly anticipating.

That fresh feeling of growth and candor,

glittering within my strengthened soul.

When I'm willed to leave behind the slander,

winter's ignorance and lack of control.

Outside it may look dark and dreary,

but inside the light is breaking free...

The rain may work to make me weary,

but I only look to the inner most part of me.

The clouds will soon come to pass,

leaving a cleansed palette behind.

And I shall paint my canvas of color alas,

freeing my snow tortured mind.

Dance my little rain drops, dance-

for soon you will be dried and gone.

And I will again have the chance,

To stroll barefoot on the lawn.

~Copyright Amanda Wakefield 2014

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