It's always been hard for me to share my poems but I think this one sums up a healing that I've experienced, and I would like to share it.
how the rain felt
No one had been waiting for me
on the new couch
in the old bed
for at least
18 years
But I worked so hard I said,
to dispel the thought that you
might believe I'm not
worth committing to
Oh what would it feel like
to hear you say
"I love you"
So is it time yet
Is she there now?
A defeated sorrow replied in tears
"No,
but death came closer this year"
But I went looking again
happy go lucky, a friend
Is she here
or there?
If I live right
I'll find you somewhere
And yet with not one
could I share the news
of permanent war
a permanent war
our permanent war
So I gave up at last
and wrote a poem
and the sky replied
a sympathetic moan
and it met the earth
and the ashes smoked
and from my slumber
I slowly awoke
and noticed it was raining
how the rain felt
No one had been waiting for me
on the new couch
in the old bed
for at least
18 years
But I worked so hard I said,
to dispel the thought that you
might believe I'm not
worth committing to
Oh what would it feel like
to hear you say
"I love you"
So is it time yet
Is she there now?
A defeated sorrow replied in tears
"No,
but death came closer this year"
But I went looking again
happy go lucky, a friend
Is she here
or there?
If I live right
I'll find you somewhere
And yet with not one
could I share the news
of permanent war
a permanent war
our permanent war
So I gave up at last
and wrote a poem
and the sky replied
a sympathetic moan
and it met the earth
and the ashes smoked
and from my slumber
I slowly awoke
and noticed it was raining