a shower FALLS down           
over her
much like being
captured beneath the
thundering FALLS
high on a mountain top
but hot enough to
sooth away the pain
a permanence that
permeates her body
after a day of
living life every
day of her life
she closes her eyes
 letting water drops
run down her face
her hair in
rivulets
expanding awareness
but never giving
answers of a time
without pain and
she smiles
“but is sad to think
of people whose
lives are cut
short”
by disease, by the
bullet sent forth
from a soldier’s gun
of the gun on the
streets of an
inner city
lives created and
barely breathed by
tiny infants or
those without
lives
enclosed in a world
of mental illness
a life inside
their own mind
a prisoner
she sighs and breathes
deeply because
pain can be lived
with, can be part
of a life
tomorrow will come
again rain or shine
as she relishes
the quiet
letting the shower
wash away the pain
her spirit rising
beneath the
WATER’S FALL
© April 2012
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