Simple tears throughout the years
seem like a sprinkle of rain...
Once you suffer a loss and pay the ultimate cost,
the sprinkle becomes a downpour of pain.
The water falls as you recall
every memory ever had from within...
Painstakingly loud, you scream at the clouds, "Please stop!"
For the pain burns your skin.
Suddenly alone, fearing the unknown,
a life being sung a cappella...
Inside your head, the voice of the dead...
"Remember you have your umbrella."
Listen to that voice and turn down the other noise
for the truth is not everything is seeing.
Take a deep breathe, there is no such thing as death...
There is only a mere change of being.
Copyright © Crystal Tichenor | Year Posted 2013
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