Walking In the Rain

Silently walking as the rain drops kiss my body. Trudging through the mud and wet grass searching my mind for the words to heal the pain tearing at my heart. Things said before wielding our words like stabbing knives. Tearing at hearts and ripping apart lives Scars, they never got a chance to heal As the hurt continues and we add to it blaming others. A treacherous heart does make one a fool I know somehow I must stop. I am trying to choose carefully the words I speak causing pain will not help. If only mere words could take away pain perhaps we could go back and start again... Wishing cannot make it so ... so the question remains -- How to stop the drowning silence that reigns... Just walking in the rain... acb2014 copyright