No longer am I heard
The rain is steadily falling on my sanctuary, barren trees drenched in rain, no other soul around, fir like me they have run aground…no sounds I hear but rain feeding the flowers, animals which call this place home….
The sun much like me is hidden behind the clouds, it too isn’t needed on thus earth no longer. others may see it shine, but yet don’t appreciate its beauty nor its presence anymore…
My home is here away from human connection, the deer, bison too are relaxing calmly in this blissful place… free from backs being turned away from my heart...mocking my words.
God has no time for me, I’ve come empty handed to church prayers are unheard, here I am seen and loved, by the wind, sky, now the time has come for “others to say their goodbyes”.
My mom said her goodbyes, so must I, at least nobody will hear or see my mistakes no more, go on with their “HOLY LIFE” no longer will I be a wife..”
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