Please Stop the Rain

My past Whirls and twirls Like a violent storm Filling my life With confusing memories And stories I’ve told So often Over and over again Mixing and merging So that truth and fantasy Become one I have told these tales So often That even I am confused By what is real And what is not When I look back Over my frictionless fiction life There is no clear line Of separation I have become the product Of my self-deceit Outside My window of life The storm rages While my only wish Is to shed this cocoon And tear away the deception That I have hidden From my own eyes And let you in So I might shed a tear And smile once again And as my past Whirls and twirls Like a violent storm That fills my life My prayer has Become a mantra Of simplicity As I hear my own voice Repeat over and over and over again Please… Stop the rain