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Some days are harder,  some don't get started
Some get sawed in half and others vanish in thin air
Sometimes I talk too much,  sometimes I listen too little
Sometimes I drive myself nuts,  sometimes I **** what's left by pretending I'm ok and making improvement.
I'm manic and
all over the place so i watch out for the road but sometimes prefer the cliff and its ideations. To whom that may concern I don't know.  I just write it down and crawl towards the light in hopeful submission
The feathery touch of brush to paper
Lets me forget your nagging whispers
The colors slide down and drip
Letting go of what I miss
The inky black and blood-red paint
Remind me why I ignore your shapes
You are the puzzle I’m refusing to solve
So like paint into water, I let you dissolve
 Apr 2021 grumpy thumb
Julie
Welcome the world the green of calm
Walk away when rush of harm
For you will know as silent sound
Stamping leaves hidden of ground

Welcome the world the blue of bright
Wooden broken cuts of light
For you will show the path to sway
Reach the branches new of day

Welcome the world the yellow of warm
Droplets of ice to melt the storm
For you will step as Lilly’s bloom
Blow away the dirt of gloom
Drench me in your sweet aroma
Trickle down my neck
Splashes of tears
Kiss my cheek, a little peck.

Shower me with your love
Cover me from head to toe
Touch me with your splendour
Flood me with tears, just so

Invade all of my senses
Wash over my skin
Sins now wiped away
Let my life begin
©️ 2021 Joshua Reece Wylie. All rights reserved.
A poem inspired by rain & Christian faith
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