Rain In My Heart

No more tears to spare
Yet the pain lives
Like the stubborn weed
Taking in, all the life it brings.

I hear the sound it makes
From within so deep
Not the drizzle on tin roofs
Nor the faint trickle down its roots.

Cold as white pebbles
As white sands turned grey
When damp and wet they are
Waiting for the moment to subside
Dry but warm, not all hopes gone.

I am past asking why
Regrets I have none, a grateful one
Still holding onto my light,
As strong and ever so bright
Even when it is raining in my heart.

 

photo credit: jenny downing blades of chaos via photopin (license)

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