clouds are gray, darken the sky
storm coming in from far away
weep like rain, don't know why
the sun departed from my day

the hush of falling drops around
can calm my worries and my fears
but this heavy, hurtful sound
weighs down my heart with tears

my soul is searching for the sun
to brighten up the shadowed now
such dreariness has trounced my fun
left me forelorn, not knowing how

the puddles cover up my naked feet
making swirls as I splash on
trodding, wandering, so incomplete
alone, but I must continue on

droplets fall from my wet hair
mingle with the silent tears I shed
falling softly, such sorrow there
masks the torrent my heart has bled

shiver, cold seeping deep inside
eyes cast down, seeing muddy pools
seems I am not alone to hide
the things underneath, we are fools

do not tell your secrets, hide them
bury them, stuff them down a hole
cry them out like raindrops when
no room is left within your soul

cry the puddle, muddy and cold
gathers until a river has formed
rushes swiftly past, churning, bold
carries away the evidence that stormed

hear the pitter-patter, raindrops blue
feel them wet upon your skin
hear the sober words I write you
let them reach you from within

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I needed some time to write a few things tonight that had been on my mind for a while now. I knew not the right words to say until I was in the midst of writing something down and the words came rushing to me and this was formed. I am not a poet. I doubt that claim will ever grace the titles that I hold in my life. I only write the things that are within my heart and mostly the thoughts that lobby the hardest and longest to make it onto paper. I am definitely a lazy writer and I only write what is necessary. Verse is the most organized of anything I write, or do, for that matter. This form of writing is in its simplest form and nearly perfect its lack of flowery fill-ins that seem to be so prevalent in all my other writing. I can be serious and get down to the business of creating a picture with words, but I prefer to have a good time and hopefully get a few laughs.

I really doubt that anyone (even if they know me well), will really understand what this verse is talking about. It has many meanings and stands alone, yet clutches my life experiences for support. Is verse not meants to make someone think or wonder on the words present... leaving them to either try to figure out the true meaning, or to assign a meaning that mirrors their understanding and experiences? Do not song lyrics do the same? I have attempted to write song lyrics but I have found the task far less overwhelming when the music is already there. My brain is not creative when it comes to creating music and I have failed in many attempts to write lyrics because of the lack of a melody. However, I stray from my subject.

There is a part of me that usually stays burried. Only occasionally, is that part of me free to roam. Like a magestic horse that is taken for exercise, I reluctantly stable the hidden part of me, wishing to be free once again, to gallop across the countryside, my mane billowing behind me. I need that time to be free, but I don't often get the chance. I am sorry if I seem a bit too reluctant to stable that part of me. The phoenix within me misses greatly.

--The Chani

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