Raindrop
A raindrop is falling through the air,
how it wished it were still in its cloud.
A raindrop is falling through the air,
speeding down faster than it wants.
A raindrop is falling through the air,
loosing itself as it falls, getting smaller and smaller.
A raindrop is falling through the air,
wanting to fall straight but being forced sideways,
against all will.
A raindrop is falling through the air,
lost, not knowing where it is or where it is going,
not even knowing where its supposed to be.
A raindrop is falling through the air,
confused, alone, and very scared.
A raindrop is falling no more,
for the raindrop has hit the ground
and has shattered into a million pieces.
Never to piece back fully,
always loosing some part of itself.
Never to get fully back together,
no matter how much it wants to,
or how hard it tries.
The raindrop is dead.
Copyright © Jill Spitz | Year Posted 2012
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