Pitter patter rain drops

Pitter patter rain drops Falling on me, drenching me In a mood of melancholy.  💧💧💧 Pitter patter rain drops Fall out of the clouds up high: A shower of blessings from the sky.  💧💧💧 Pitter patter rain drops Wet the ground, Quenching thirst of all around.  💧💧💧 Pitter patter rain drops Come down on me. …

She put out her hand and it trembled.  Was it from fear? Anxiety? Or from the heat? “Curse this hot weather!” She thought to her self.  She was wearing white? How could she feel this hot in white? But all thoughts of the heat and her suffering were dispelled from her head as he pushed the…

Of embarrassment 

They nagged me, asked me why I didn’t speak.  “Are you angry? Or are you sad?” “Come on. Speak to us,” they said.  They drew conclusions as to why I was silent; why I didn’t voice my thoughts.  But embarrassment wasn’t on their list.  Finally when I couldn’t take it anymore, I opened my mouth…

I’ll be your saviour

She looks at me with hope in her eyes. Her arthritis is getting worse and medicines won’t help her anymore.  Maybe, just maybe, I’ll be her saviour.  I choose to help her instead.  I push in the plunger and the drugs flow, knocking her out forever.  But what can I do? That’s the only way…

Hope

What do you do when you can’t take it anymore? Do you scream and run, slamming the door? Do you wail and cry? Do you silently wait for it to pass by? What do you do when you can’t take it anymore? When pressure of one feels like the weight of four.  When you feel…

Not the mother of a son. 

Broken pieces on the floor; Was it a jar or her heart? That fell to the floor with a slam of the door As he walked away from a promise of Until death do them apart.  They flowed some and then some more, Tears down her nose, dripping onto the floor Rivulets streaming across her…