Sometimes
Sometimes...
When the weight of the world wants to crush my soul
splintering my heart into tiny pieces
Sometimes ...
I’ll just sit at my window -staring through the glass
as the rain quietly drips down my window panes
I feel the child that sleeps inside of me...
wanting so badly to be hugged - to be loved
It nibbles greedily at my heart strings
these pangs of wanting - needing
As I feel my tears quietly stain my cheeks
leaving their clear, salty trace - I hear her voice
and I listen to the hopes and dreams of my needy child
this little girl that sleeps inside my soul - my mind
I quietly pay attention to her heart
her unspoken words- held so deep within
I imagine her dancing - laughing - playing carefree
Watched over lovingly by those who were supposed to care
Those too busy to notice
Those who failed to pay her mind…
Failing to connect the dots that made her smile
Failing to help her blossom into a woman
Through my window - I watch the rain cry its tears
As they silently drip down the window panes of my heart -
my child’s heart
Peeling back the worn, torn pages of my mind
I reticently watch the world go by - wishing
So many of my pieces missing -
leaving raw, unfinished edges on my skin
Elusive, tainted memories of a childhood never given
Love never shared
Left alone - neglected
Tracing the rain as it drips quietly on my window pane
I touch the wetted tears on my face
Reminiscent of my own failings as a mother
Evoking the sad memories of my wounded, lost childhood
The weeping tears of me - her
My little girl within
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