Most days I stand still

When the sky begins to rain

Letting nature dictate to me

How I should feel

What my condition should be

 

I’ve imagined it a shower

Somehow cleansing me

Washing away the stains

Of my dirty, daily life

 

Today I avoided the rain

Feeling too dirty

Much too stained

To be cleaned

Even by the rain

 

 

© Gayle Force Press 2007

 

• Poetry