To The Rain:
Bruising legs in the cold
Frosted night air sticking
To the ends of my hair
Whispers in the night
Of topics as old
As time
Selfish prayers to the rain
Tear streaked cheeks to the sky
Shouting in the night
Make the urges go away
I don't want to die.
~J.K.M
Listeners:
For those who listened
For the two who held
My pieces together when my
Shaking hands could not
For those who sat with me
At that ungodly hour in the morning
Soul spilling, hearts overfilling
Secrets, taboo and forbidden
chilling into the night
Along with my insides
To those who listened
With frosted fingertips and clear hearts
With judgement clear eyes
Who grabbed me in the dark
And sat down with me until we
Could no longer feel our toes
The three of us against the world
A blanket and a wooden chair between us
A stained couch, as my hair dries the ends begin to curl
And the rain begins to stop
And I find it in me to keep going.
To keep living.
To not be afraid to let the forbidden whispers
One never whispers, out
To know that my tragedy is not foolish
Issues drawn,
To the listeners.
Thank you for giving me the courage
To stay alive.
~J.K.M
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1. An Implication (Poetry)
PoetryPoetry for humanity. A collection of thoughts. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, not even words can explain the complications in ones head." ~J.K.M.
