41. I Wish I Could Stop The Rain Falling
It was raining the day you told us,
And ever since I feel like it has not stopped pouring down.
I wish I could stop the rain falling,
And hold your head up and not let you drown.
It was raining the day you told us,
And ever since I feel like it has not stopped pouring down.
I wish I could stop the rain falling,
And hold your head up and not let you drown.
My mother had cancer and just reading this tugs at my heart, and I start crying because I had the same experience as you. Just don't ever give up, things will get better. Just smile.
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sometimes I wonder
why life feels
so uphill most of the time.
but maybe
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There is
a strength in you
you haven’t even
begun to find.
So true in that we really don't know how one will react until one has been there and has done it! Suffering is an important life experience. Great poem, thanks.
I sit here now in darkness, living on my own,
A life of existence, white walls, my home
With rooms that sometimes resonated with laughter
Saw also tears of much sadness, pain, suffering, and anger.
A single flash of a camera
And a moment frozen in time
Can never truly tell the tale
Of that child left behind.
We gather here once more
To remember a younger day,
When life was mostly before us
And the future a game to play.
Come on, women!
Must rise to the challenges
Of your enhanced responsibilities.
before the bullet it bit
before the candle is lit
before the last call
before the curtain falls
You’re not alone in this; you know that, right?
There are others like you.
Hiding. Running. Wishing
for a desire they keep hidden
I look around for myself,
But a ghost is all I see.
I only see this ghost of a person I used to be.
I don't know who you are, but I know why you are here.
Tummies flat and waists so tiny,
Perky breasts and cleavage shiny,
Photoshopped into 'perfection,'
On display for our inspection.
Getting up in mornings for my usual day,
Though I really I just sit and think and lay,
It's hard, sometimes.
In the depths of despair, where shadows dwell,
a pain poem emerges, a tale I must tell.
For pain, my dear friend, is a universal theme,
a haunting melody that shapes our dreams.
In the quiet depths of night, I ponder why,
Why the stars twinkle in the vast sky,
Why the ocean waves kiss the shore,
Why the wind whispers forevermore.