April 30, 2012

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