She's my kind of rain
I want to feel her all the time .
Through the darkest of days
Where the sun doesn't shine.
I want to be the one to cradle her .
In her most times of fear,
That's when the loud cry goes out.
Thunder.

She's upset and she's a mess.
But to me you are still beautiful.
You might have makeup smeared but
"That's okay",  I thought,
As I wiped it away.
The rain took out everything last night. The thunder had now stopped, and the sun now shines.

She is not only my favorite kind if rain.
She's my soul on a sun shiny day.
She's my everything, that the world and solitude can't be.

Too scared to take another step
too tired to go all the way
too deep to back out and start over
my heart always kept at bay

why is it in this society
we shape our actions so sharp
our fears, our concerns, our inner strives
so clothed in our never-ending doubt

we need to look to light
so keen and soft and true
that is always sure to bring us
back as we begin to brew

sweet and longing tales of old
that keep our hearts so soft
like clay in the potters hand
or creation in the makers land

on long winter nights
your eyes eventually
get used
to the darkness

(it's simply biology);

I got used to a life without you
in a similar way, but

I'll never stop missing the light.

With you,
The color blue is never sad.
The north winds are cold,
But there is no chill.
The sun is a friend I had not noticed,
Beaming.

With you,
My hands are woven
And the grass is weaving
A great blanket,
Safe and long and warm
Like your hands,
When they cover,
When they touch me
Like my lost, new found friends
The sun and the sheltering
Earth
And the autumn winds,
I no longer dread,
No longer fear,
With you.

Be careful when your fingers graze my
Skin .

Im made entirely of shattered pieces.

I yearn for someone who could fill in the spaces between those cracks and make me whole .

I'm here,
The sun has set,
The moon sits behind the clouds,
The streets are deprived of light.

One street light flickers on and off,
My worries are heavy,
My strength is weak,
The world is at my door,
Luckily I'm not home.
I have a few more moments left,
I don't have to face it yet.

So where do I go from here?
I don't want to leave my fading light 
Even though the only way I'll move on
Is if I face my fears
And go forth into the dark 

Things lurk within the corners 
Scary things
Like
The truth
And 
Life

I can't believe I'm here
In the flickering light 
Deciding whether or not
To go back to my heart,
To walk forth into darkness,
Or to face honesty and spite
So I can be home again
With the world at my door
Finding the strength and hope
To let her in

But for now,
I'm still here,
The sun has set,
The clouds are passing
And the moon is starting to show,
Shedding light,
Hinting at what I should
Do.