Down is Wrong

The fall rain smells better on the 10th floor 

 

The rain feels different up here

 

The cold railing that I hold on to, all of sudden feels like it’s slipping from my grasp 

 

Your arms wrapped around my waist comforts the both of us 

 

I’m learning and listening to the person I’ll eventually be

 

I’ve played this clip in my head over and over 

 

It didn’t end this happy, but now I see 

 

The dark sheets that covered my ability to live, you went ahead and tossed them out 

 

Something I couldn’t do on my own

 

They’ve lingered long enough

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allets's picture

Pretty Poem

A neato read.  A win! ~S~
 


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Silver_Birch's picture

Some things

Some things we can't do on our own. It sometimes needs a loved one to give us a nudge, or show us how to do it. 

saiom's picture

  imho 'the dark rain on the

 

imho

'the dark rain on the 10th floor' doesn't minister to as many plants and trees, birds and bees, as when it seeps into the ground

 

your poem is lovely



 

 

Fitzgerald's picture

Thank you so much. I

Thank you so much. I appriciate you taking the time to read it.