Friday, December 5, 2008

Cleansed


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Rain falls slowly…
I cry so no one sees my pain
Rocking myself in my shame
Remembering, forgetting
All the same ...

Searching for the inside
That is withering and being washed away
With each drop
Tears flowing uncontrollably
Unable to stop
The sun won't break through
To let me of this life make sense
I talk to the rain
As I cry
My soul-

Cleansed

© Alya Landry 2008

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