Raindrops falling on my shoulder—
An enchanted touch I feel.
In the distance, I hear thunder.
Nothing else can reach me here.
Dancing barefoot on the pavement,
Resurrected to be free,
Once again embracing coldness,
Pouring rain covers my being.
Silence and serenity…
– Patricia
In the rain which pours in silence lies a shadow so unnerving;
Nothing moves the broken body, who believes is undeserving.
All it hears is breathless anger pouring acid on the pavement,
Only rain eases his being—cold is what he thus now favours.
He’s a silhouette of fear, burdened by regret and anger.
Shadows of unwanted mercy on his fragile body linger.
He rejects their touch of fire, wanting loneliness forever,
Disregarding their intentions to bring warmth against his tremor.
He lies still and listens closely to the echoes of the raindrops,
Their cadence calming his spirit, feeling so exhilarating.
He lies there, embracing darkness and the quiet which then follows,
Welcoming the flood of tears—anything but short or shallow.
In the rain which pours its echoes lies a shadow so unnerving;
Nothing moves the silent body, who awaits its timely healing.
All it hears are rhythmic echoes falling from a veil of dimness.
He lies there awaiting sunrise and a sky of glowing crimson.
– Patricia
Raindrops falling from the sky
Have become my lullaby.
For what else is there on Earth
That can make me feel submersed
In a storm of peace and joy?
I am calm and, now, devoid
Of the anger which once poured
On my mind—I was subdued
To a dark world which I bore
After years of no control
Over what I am and how
My own self I disavowed.
Raindrops falling from my eyes
And the words from my own mouth
Pour out from the world within
What it was and what it seems.
I touch figures—gloomy, grey,
There’s no night and there’s no day,
None are black and none are white:
They are grey and they unite
Dreams, reality—and pause;
Static, noise—and raindrops fall.
And the rain becomes white noise.
– Patricia
Droplets of rain fall on the ground,
The Earth keeps going round and round
And here I stand in silence.
They coldly hug, caress my skin,
Yet here I stay—spin after spin,
In still and mute defiance.
I’ll never leave. Here I belong,
Eternal bliss and my own song,
I’ve come across salvation.
A pulse of light spreads on the sky,
The thunder’s my sweet lullaby;
No more dream deprivation.
And tiny rocks pierce through my soles,
I feel alive, a lurid rose;
Quivering and renascent.
– Patricia
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