Hope
She screams a scream into the rain
The sound bounces off the countless raindrops
The sound going so fast it becomes color
The color of infinity stretching across the sky.
She stands there soaked to the bone
her clothes sticking to her body like a scared child to a blanket
soon her tears mingle with the rain droplets running down her smooth skin
She was a walking a bomb about to burst apart.
But now her steam had joined the water above
She was breathless, her lungs ached
Watching the rain dance in the headlights of passing cars, she was hypnotized
Her bare feet placed firmly on the gravel and her jeans on the curb
She felt every crack rock and pebble that she was on
It all seemed so little in the rain
For it to be all washed away in the sweeping storms
She liked that idea, it made her smile the thought of being clean
To be free of your problems
To know that you can have hope once more
Thats what she found that night in the young spring rain
Hope.
The hope that you can banish the army of ghosts that follow you in your dreams
The hope of lifting the fear of the future to see the beauty of today
The hope of being able to live.
Live freely and utterly
Copyright © Pat Mccombs | Year Posted 2011
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