When the Rain Fell
Rain fell in the January cold, /
Rushed up on her defenses in the night. /
And gates bent beneath the weight /
Of flooding words and waves of fact—/
And it was far too late. /
There’s dry earth beneath her skin now /
That no flooding water will sate, /
She’s burned up with bitterness and painful anger, /
Tired of her silence beneath the roaring thunder.
Rain fell down to chill and soak her through, /
Pooled around her ankles /
And swallowed up the tears /
Of hurricane anguish and currents of lies. /
And it’s been too many years /
To have prayed enough that her knees are raw /
From all the kneeling to a God who never hears. /
She’s weary from battles and won’t go to war. /
There’s nothing left to scream, nothing to say, /
Nothing left to do but swim away.
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elsh
wow … beautiful, courageous, inspiring.