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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Chasing Rainbows I've never believed in chasing rainbows. How would I find the end of one of those? Where do they begin? Where do they close? I never have learned where one quickly goes. It's as elusive as a night without sleeping, Or wasted tears over lost love's weeping. A love no longer held in safe keeping, Caused a pain in me that was deepening. I couldn't climb the mountain, though I tried. I had to reach the summit before I died. After my teardrops had all been dried I found the courage to say goodbye. Climbing my way up was no easy task. I knew the answers to questions unasked. No guiding light in which I could bask. I couldn't live my life while wearing a mask. I'd been living in subtle shades of gray. Love faded like rainbows that never stay. I stumbled and fell in so many ways. I was lost within an inescapable maze. Life is not a game played without care. A cloak to discard when too warm to wear. It shouldn't be filled with grief and despair, And never treated as a burden to bear. I had many doubts as I was leaving, But I had to end my sorrow and grieving. And through it all I went on believing, It was only himself he'd been deceiving. I'm no longer haunted by the falling rain. I freed my heart by unfastening the chains. I frayed the ropes that caused me pain. But terrible memories will forever remain. I shouldn't hold on to them. I shouldn't cling, Nor penned these words to give them wings. But perhaps it's good to remember the sting Of chasing rainbows and illusions of things. ~ April 2015 ~
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