Rainy Days

Over the years I’ve managed, somehow, to save just about all the poetry, short stories, essays, and just randomness that I’ve written over the years. Looking back at some of them makes me say either ” wow that was pretty deep or pretty good” or I’m thinking ” what the hell is this about?” Anyway, nonetheless I thought I’d share. I found this in a notebook I was using to jot my poetry and randomness back in high school. I must have been high or something when I wrote this….
Rainy Days

As the rain falls I look up at the Heavens and watch as the tears of the angels wash away mine. The tears of a clown. On the outside you see a smile of life while inside the frown of a dying soul. A painted face shields the emotion that rainy days reflect. I am that clown. Like the rain my tears cleanse my soul. Hoping to bring forth life from a destitute existence. The rain is my salvation. My only means of expression. Giving me a sense of worth. As I look down at the puddle forming next to my feet I see a reflection of what my life used to be. Full of life and promise. While others only see mud, I see a new life beginning.

Peace and Blessings
Sincere

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categories Poetry/ Spoken Word | Sincere October 28, 2006

1 Comment to “Rainy Days”

  1. By brandi, October 28, 2006 @ 10:54 AM

    Thats a very good poem!!

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