BrokenEchoes

  Abhorred by most, dreaded by many Rainy days are my home I feel at ease in the cold grey damp The heavy drops roar my inner soul to life Simple, calm, clean, but chaotic Loud and enveloping. Sunny days are too bright and open There is no protection there The rain advances closer, surrounding me With a shielding essence I am lulled, pacified, content On rainy days This world is better when drenched It is softer around the edges and More complete Brimming with possibility and ambition I am drawn, intrigued, comforted On rainy days.

  You insult me and beat me down Then lay your hands on me To heal me And make me better Take your hands away from me You are without faith Your touch cannot heal me Stop trying I am starving And diseased And mortally wounded Because of neglect I am broken And hurt And dying slowly Because of abuse.