… and the rain keeps falling –
there’s the sting in my heart,
a familiar reminder,
of what’s fallen apart
Countless decisions,
made mostly from fear,
scared to go alone,
uncomfortable near
Possibilities shouted,
my mind goes numb,
forced into battle –
the chosen one,
sifted with nails
that stab and destroy,
a pawn in the game
disposable toy.
Like a machine,
keep forging, no rest
squeezing the worst,
into Sunday’s best
Then back to the war,
never to slow,
anger the arrow –
sadness the bow
it’s up to my waist,
the waves start to rise.
Before I go under,
I close my eyes,
and drift off to sleep,
ignoring the ache –
but the hurt doesn’t leave,
it’s there when I wake.
Kaci Allen 