Oh life,
holding you cooped up in my arms, being born for you and you being born for me
to think that finally, after an eternity of you screaming
you should be calming down,
but at least we know
you are alive and healthy when you scream
your voice should not be muffled,
no matter how annoying the screaming is
someday you become calmer
and I can relax
but then you scream and scream and scream and just when I think a cannot hear you scream any more
you remind me
that even though I hate it
it means
I am alive
and I can feel
YOU ARE READING
the rain you come across...
Poetry...and the sunrays that find you My and (if you'd like to share) your thoughts. Cringy & edgy, I'm aware. But here, we do not stare
