( I in no way own this image I found it on the internet)
Rain
Striking flesh it leaves a painful sting
It is cold, void of feeling; yet leaves undeniable emotion
It serves a purpose
It pelts the ground, soaking everything in sight
Encouraging growth and change
Yet there is a void, a lack of warmth
Is there a way to conceal this stinging in your consciousness?
Is there a way through the hollowness?
Struggling to feel and yet fighting against emotion
Should it come and go without teaching what it set out to?
In the wake of the day, all pain will flee
For the ground is now broken, and from its wounds sprouts blooms
Tend to them; nurture them for they are hope
All will be come clear, if you can awake to the transformation it brings
Peace settles in, as does joy
Leaving the nights struggles but a distant memory
By: Cheyenne E. Mitchell
Cheyenne E. Mitchell 