Thursday, February 04, 2010

The Storm's abrewin

The dark storm filled sky,
it wept with me today.

As I watched the wet drops
fall one by one on my windshield,
it reminded me of the tears
escaping like runaways from my eyes.

The looming darkness above
mirrored my sadness.

Ominous, menacing, unforgiving;
the skyscape felt like home.

But just as the rain
washes away all impurities,
So does my soul
feel lighter and renewed
after the pain has made its way.

February 4, 2010 - NV

Therapy

Writing has become my therapy
Every morning, every night
My words are well received
I find solace in my journal
My pen becomes my voice
Sometimes, all I do is share
In others, I am met with answers
Were it not for the written word
Insanity would have consumed me
Thank you pen
Thank you paper
But most importantly,
Thank you inspiration

February 4, 2010 - NV