A little life

So I'm up ... and it's raining...
And I'm thinking of you.
These thoughts, a trail of a story long cold ... coming to life again.
The thing is, I've never been good at keeping things alive,
but I'm a natural at burying them.
My thumbs only green from crawling on my knees, the earth wet from mourning you ... face turned toward the heavens in hope that God would see that and save us both.
I buried you alongside my heart, and said good-bye to them.
Now here I stand ... on the precipice of their resurrection,
bearing witness to your smile, to the little life in your eyes ...
reminding myself that not all angels have wings,
and that I still believe in miracles.


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Rain

Its hard to listen to a heart heart heart

beating close to mine

pounding up against the stone and steel

walls that I wont move

sometimes the hurt is so deep deep deep

you think your going to drown

sometimes all I can do is weep weep weep

when all this rain falling down

it strange how hard it rains now

rows and rows of big dark clouds

and I'm holding on underneath this shroud

rain

its hard to know when to give up the fight

some things you want give will never be right

it's never rained like it has tonight before

now I don't want to beg you baby

for something maybe you could never give

I'm not looking for the rest of your life

I just want another chance to live

it strange how hard it rains now

rows and rows of big dark clouds

and I'm holding on underneath this shroud

rain

oh it strange how hard it rains now

rows and rows of big dark clouds

and I'm holding on underneath this shroud

rain

oh it strange how hard it rains now

rows and rows of big dark clouds

and I'm still alive underneath this shroud

rain rain oh rain

- Rose Cousins