Washed by the Rain

Looking out of my backdoor
Clear blue skies sparkle
But in the distance storm clouds
Following from the past
New ones building
The darkness always lurking
At the edges of the unfaced
The ignored and suppressed
Stealing today’s sunshine
Screams unleashed
The banshee of healing
Looked square in the face
Dived into the eyes of the soul
Through murky waters
And whipping winds
Lashing scars on my heart
Torn open once again
To remove the remaining shrapnel
Shards and splinters buried
Now washed clear
By the nourishing rain

Debbie Gravett © 2020.01.23

RDP: Looking Out of My Backdoor
FOWC: Clear
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