Rainy Day

A rainy day makes me want to write the hours away,
Pouring feelings on a page,
Tears dripping down my face, 

Losing myself to the raw emotion fighting to emerge, 

Fighting to be expressed in so simple words.

~Just a little phrase I wrote on a day like this. The weather often seems to affect or reflect my mood for the day. Rain often inspires sadness, mopey feelings, pondering thoughts, or just a suppression of emotion. Many times the rain makes me want to write. I wish I followed through on the desire more often than not.

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Labor Pains

I used to always write on rides like these,

Ink in hand,

Open page,

Looking out the window at the wide world,

But the world was not what I saw,

Only the images filling my mind,

I pondered and lost myself in those ideas,

Sometimes music inspired the flow,

Sometimes the hum of the car was enough,

Now the ink is neglected,

The book remains closed,

Today my raging thoughts will not see the white of the page,

They are held prisoner behind dark, shining eyes and a wall of uncertainty,

Maybe I will pick up the pen,

Hoping its feel will remind me how to empty myself,

Perhaps I will open to a new, clean page,

Hoping its emptiness will prompt me to fill it,

Taking my eyes from the window I analyze the white square,

So small,

Yet so daunting,

The pen begins to tap as I struggle,

All I see is its emptiness and I feel empty,

But I am overflowing!

I do not pour out,

Instead I feel as though stretched to contain all that is within,

Concentration seemingly out the window again,

Grey skies heighten my dreary mood,

I brood in my frustration,

I brood in my cage,

Natural as a whim,

Words crash into my mind,

I defy my problem by using it as my inspiration,

The pen moves on the page,

It is filled and complete,

A poem is born.

Heart Strings

Let your fingers be unfrozen,

Restring your instrument,

Forget the shadows and minors,

Forget the dark distortion,

Untangle the strings of your heart,

Let the song of sorrow you are singing

Be replaced by Love’s sweet strumming,

Stop wishing for a shadow,

This shadow can never satisfy,

Only the perfect tune of another’s heart

Can fill your quiet emptiness,

You allow yourself to play but a whisper,

A murmur of your potential,

What a shame!

What a waste!

Why do you deny love’s true resonance?

Why do you ignore the happy

Hum on the horizon?

Open the door,

Wind sweeping in will blow away

The tear stained pages,

They will be forgotten

For a new composure,

A new song

Written by a new soul.