It goes without saying, I've not blogged in some time. I have written poems because they just come when they like, if I let them. When today was proving quite difficult, I recalled a poem that I wrote last May when I was feeling hurt and vulnerable and cried floods. Confession: this day really looks no better from my present angle. Nonetheless, I got a little gift again. In the rain.
bursting cloud
pouring out
what heart
would dare
to spill if voices didn't
say the fault was mine
every drop of rain
tells truth from lies
wound seen
hole filled
showers ease
ache relieved
for finding ally
in the sky
~ c. l. atkinson
