one day the rain didn't come
her suicide note read,
i'm sorry i was nothing more than a life of falling

i no longer speak to the wind,
she doesn't listen,
and she blows whichever way she wants

i tried  
to climb over the clouds
and float through a mountain
i met no resistance
i faced it head on,
i pushed,
until i became it,
and now,
i don't know
how to move
the weight
of such power
perhaps, we are better off small

©rainecooper

i think how we need to be loved as adults stems from our childhood (or lack thereof).

if you were abandoned, you need to be smothered, to know every second that you're adored. but as a child you were always alone, so the very love you crave makes you feel suffocated and crawling white knuckled to get out.

and so this war rages inside of us, until we have exhausted ourselves & perhaps those who were brave enough to extend their hands.

©raine cooper