After a long struggle…
After a Long Struggle
The story of rain
begins inside a person
who has survived.
We want to know
that not having enough
will be okay. 
The spin of a fan is summer
sleeping, dark-green light
from old ferns glowing.
We want to know
years out, our lives
like violins or new bread.
And now grief-rain falls
through leaves and ruins,
through mind this rain
and each cell of blood, rain
falling mind down through
self, rain down to ground
into ground, rain falling
ground from light through
light, into ground.
androxa 
It’s the loneliest feeling in the world – to find yourself standing up when everyone else is sitting down. To have everybody look at you and say “what’s the matter with her?” I know what it feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you. And you aren’t sure whether you’re walking toward something, or if you’re just walking away.
May 15, 2011 at 16:57
May 15, 2011 at 17:23
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Beautiful and interesting processing!
May 17, 2011 at 10:28
Multumesc mult ! 🙂
May 17, 2011 at 12:11