The Rain
The rain comes down
Like it will never stop
I look around and
Watch it plop
It matches my mood
As I write this poem
Because as we speak
I would be at my mom's
To survive another week
The rain is helping
To ease the pain
Of a promise broken
Which before was a token
Of being free
Of being me
Of being together with missed family
She broke that promise
Of which was mine to keep
I feel so alone
And broken up in tiny pieces
The rain is my element
The water and the sea
It helps me deal
With a broken promise
Soon to be
Copyright © Jessica Frederick | Year Posted 2005
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