~ Raindrops ~
hit the window pane
and turn to running rivers
joining and splitting
again and again
until they reach the bottom
and leap off the ledge
in a cascading waterfall
hitting the puddles below
sending intricate ripples
rushing away
carrying leaves on the currents
like small boats
caught on never ending waves
rising and falling
spinning and twirling
until they hit a distant shore
and tumble onto the banks
resting atop one another
higher and higher
dancing here and there
under the crying sky.
~The Blanket~
so frayed...
Torn away from the fabric
that once covered me
and protected my soul.
I touched them,
felt the ragged edges
hanging
loosely free.
I cried as I place them away
knowing I could never
fix what had been done,
the pieces now
forever
separate.
My days turned to years
as time became a flowing river
taking me with its current
silently carrying me places
ever further from my beginnings.
The moments of awareness
were few
as I held onto
what little I could...
frightened, alone
until all I could do was sleep
praying as I surrendered to the darkness
that I would be taken from the pain
and released from the anguish
that tormented my heart.
And as I slowly let go
feeling my body falling, spinning
becoming one with the eternal blackness,
feeling my body falling, spinning
becoming one with the eternal blackness,
I awoke,
quietly,
alone
alone
on the soft banks of my once raging river.
The morning sun
warm, gentle
streaming though the trees.
And covering me
the blanket of my past
now sewn together
in delicate stitches
in delicate stitches
and placed quietly over my body
as I slept.
Who found me,
Who found me,
reached out
and pulled me in?
and pulled me in?
Who found my blanket
torn and put sadly away
so long ago
and pieced it together
so it could once again wrap me in it's comfort,
warming me
warming me
gently in the depths of the night
And then carried me to the morning
safe, loved
and forever secure?
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