For The Rain

for the rain

watching the rain

watching the birds in the rain

watching the birds eat off the bird feeder in the rain

it doesn't seem to bother them

but i bet it does

cold enveloping their tiny little bodies

each drop either sliding right off

or weaving its way past each feather to the skin

it doesn't seem to bother them

but i bet it does

they're overwhelmed with responsibilities

greater than the dislike of rain

they can't avoid it

they must go out in it

it doesn't seem to bother them

but i bet it does

sitting in the rain

flying in the rain

hunting in the rain

it doesn't seem to bother them

but i bet it does

soon the rain will pass

but everything will remain wet

especially the grass

it doesn't seem to bother them

and maybe it doesn't

the worms like the rain

the birds like the worms

maybe the rain isn't all too bad

it doesn't seem to bother them

and maybe they're grateful

for the rain

- i

untitled

you watched me grow up

so i could watch you grow old

-i

blind trust

if i were to find your hands

over my eyes

i would lean into them slightly

trusting you fully

completely

and blindly

-i

stinging nettles

the nettles remind me

of a self inflicted sting

thinking about it

makes my head hurt

and my ears ring

-i

untitled

the weight of my exhaustion is suffocating

-i

something new?

how did we let it all go?

it's not like it slipped away unnoticed

i watched it start to tear

seams started to rip

one by one

here and there

then before long

we were hanging on by a thread

then we weren't

and it felt like you wouldn't notice

nor care

if i were alive or dead

after a while

i handed you a new needle and thread

you pierced through my skin

i winced and watched it bleed as you

passed it back

it was painful

but it was a start

you're back now

but it'll never be the same

as it once was

but maybe

we can start something new?

-i