When It Rains
When it rains in your head
both joy and sorrow are your shadow.
You feel those liquid stiletto's, feel
the downpour all day
as you walk smiling in the sunshine.
The rain does not stop
yet the black dog
you call your darkness
turns into a Golden Retriever,
a happy pup playing in-between
Spring raindrops.
Your head clears
and you don't have to smile
or paint your mask anymore.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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